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But now, it won’t ever be happening, what with me being in a different country and in captivity. So maybe, he decided to cut ties and deleted my number or blocked me. But I still sent him more texts, because I needed to unload these pressing emotions off my chest. Nina: I think my husband is going to kill me. No reply to that! Nina: I don’t want to die. Nina: I can’t even use sex to persuade him. I think he prefers men.

“Let her go! If you don't let her go, you’ll both die! Do you really want your wife to fall to her death?” Jeff’s response sends a shiver down my spine. “Yes!” he shouts back. “If I die, she dies! It’s how it is supposed to be, goddamnit! She’s my wife. Pull us both up, Stringer!” I can’t believe that my own husband wants me dead so badly. If there was anything I could do to free myself from him, I would, but he is tugging on my arm, trying to climb me, and I feel Stringer’s grip continuing to slide on the blood that is now dripping down, red splatters landing on Jeff’s face.

My eyes turned red as I looked at Cedric and asked in a cold voice, “Then tell me, honey. Do you feel bad?” Cedric flinched so hard he squeezed Victoria’s hand. Victoria gasped, “Ow, honey, what’s wrong? You’re hurting me.” “Well.” Then she turned to me suspiciously. “Why are you calling my husband ‘honey’? “Are you two involved in something inappropriate? “Cedric, you told me you loved me the most in this life, even more than your dead ex-wife.” My breath caught for a moment. So I was already his “dead ex-wife” in his eyes.

"No. I refuse to believe this. My Anu can't be dead. I know you've taken him somewhere. You have to tell me what you've done to him, tell me now."I grabbed his arm with all my strength. "What are you doing Artie? I know this is hard for you to believe but am afraid it's the truth... your husband is dead now."he said. I couldn't stop myself but to slap him so hard on his face. "Shut up! Do not say another word about my husband, do you hear me?"

Her fingers curled around her water glass as the memories flared in her mind like wildfire. “And I hope he stays in there,” she muttered under her breath, as if cursing Andy would erase the years of emotional wreckage. “Oh no, Viv,” Anna frowned deeply, shaking her head. “You can’t say that. I know he wasn’t the best husband—far from it—but he’s still my husband. I don’t wish him dead.” Vivian threw up her hands. “Alright, alright. I’m sorry.” “Ahem… Ahem,” someone cleared their throat nearby.

“Speak.” “I’ve really been holding back the urge to pry but…but I’ve never seen you like this, plus, do you think this is okay?” I knew what he was talking about but I still asked. “What is okay?” “She…she’s Gael’s…” “They’re getting a divorce!” Fuck! I hate that she was still his wife! I felt like killing him. That would be a quicker way to make her no longer married, right?

However, playing along lasted a decade, and he stayed by my side for ten years. During this time, many women tried to seduce him, but he ignored them all. He even threatened to kill them if they tried again. He never had a woman other than me. Buddy turned his proposal into a huge event. Holding a bouquet, I told him, “I’ll kill you if you betray me.” He only grabbed my gun and aimed it at his heart. “Alright. If I betray you, you should kill me with this gun.” Half a lifetime later, the gun got worn down, but it was never fired at him.

"I wouldn’t lie about that. I just… I know I’m doing this mainly for my interest. But in a weird way, I like Ryan. He’s not all bad. And he’s sweet. You know how he is. You’re his wife. You know he’s fragile. A news like this would kill him. I don’t want to have his death on my hands. I laugh. I know what she’s doing. She’s trying to play me, trying to dig into the old Julie—the one who might’ve been naive enough to sympathize. That Julie is dead. "You don’t want his death on your hands," I say, dragging out the words. "Which means this is all about you. And you expect me to care?"

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Then he went silent-so silent, for so long-that the weight of it pressed down on me, leaving me uneasy "You know what," I scoffed. "At times like this, I feel like sometimes it would be better if I was the one dead instead." Again I didn't understand why I was telling him all this. "Do you want to talk about the reason why?" He questioned. "Because.." my voice cracked. "Maybe I would stop losing the people I care about. I'm scared I'm going to lose my husband too." I was vulnerable in front of this man and at this time, I didn't want to understand why. This was my chance to let it all out.