2
Someone timidly said,
“Sarah, I heard the island you sent Gray to is
near those coordinates…”
Sarah’s brow furrowed.
Michael’s eyes flashed, and he patted Sarah’s
back,
“There are many similar islands. But that
skeleton is remarkably intact, like an
anatomical model.”
Sarah snapped back, sneering,
“Heh, Gray pretended to have heart disease,
and now he’s using a skeleton model to scare
- me. He’s got too much free time. I spoiled
him rotten!”
She turned to her assistant,
“Don’t grant Gray’s unreasonable requests! I
said only basic supplies. Why did you humor
him?”
The assistant broke out in a cold sweat,
nodding in agreement.
I knew why he was nervous.
After abandoning me on the island, Sarah left
without hesitation.
Exhausted, my artificial heart failed.
I reached for my medication,
but the assistant kicked it into the sea,
sneering,
“The boss is right, you’re such a drama queen, still faking a heart attack!”
“Just stay here and die, the boss is having a
baby with Mr. Michael, she’ll never bring you back!”
He left with the others, leaving me alone.
Eventually, my heart gave out. I died in agony, scratching the ground until my fingers bled, a
lonely death in a foreign land.
My body was weathered by sun and rain,
ravaged by birds of prey.
Even now, the feeling of my heart being
squeezed is vivid.
Sarah’s mood suddenly soured.
She coldly pulled the covers over herself and
dismissed everyone.
“All of you, leave. I’m tired.‘
Everyone looked at each other and left the
room.
Only Michael stayed, soothing the baby and gently holding Sarah’s hand, where her IV
was.
It was a natural birth, and Sarah was
discharged in a couple of days.
Michael followed Sarah home, cradling the
baby and pathetically assuring her,
“Sarah, I know you hired a nanny, but I’m the
father. I have a responsibility to care for you
and the baby.”
Worried she’d refuse, he quickly added,
“I’ll be careful, I won’t touch anything in the house, and I won’t let Gray know I’m here!”
Sarah’s grip on her purse tightened, showing
her struggle.
Michael clutched his chest and weakly
sobbed,
“Sarah, I don’t have much time left. Please let
me have this opportunity to be with you and the baby.”
After a long silence, Sarah nodded slowly. Watching Michael’s sly, triumphant look, I bitterly laughed.
Sarah and I had a pact: no outsiders were
allowed in our home.
But Michael was always the exception.
As soon as the door opened, their dog,
Buster, jumped to greet Sarah.
Sensing a stranger, Buster barked fiercely,
protecting Sarah.
The baby cried at the noise.
Sarah frowned,
“Buster, be good!”
Michael smiled gently, but it didn’t reach his
eyes.
“It’s okay, Sarah, I like dogs too.
He knelt down and patted Buster’s head.
Buster was usually docile, only barking to
scare people away, so he didn’t bite Michael.
Sarah sighed in relief,
“Michael, you’re still as kind as ever.’
وو
I clearly saw that Michael’s palm was full of
Buster’s fur.
How much Buster must have hurt!
Hearing Buster whimper in pain, Sarah’s face
changed, and she got angry.
“This dog is like his owner, a thankless wolf!”
She pulled Michael away, holding the baby.
Buster was still sitting at the door, chewing
on one of my old chew toys, as if waiting for
me
My nose ached.
Buster was a stray that Sarah and I rescued
when we were dating. He was just a puppy,
and Sarah and I fed him, night after night,
until he was strong.
He didn’t know his dad was gone forever.
Upstairs, Sarah gave the baby to the nanny
and called the housekeeper, instructing him
carefully.
“John, Michael doesn’t eat spicy food, no
onions, garlic, or ginger. Tell the kitchen. And
he only sleeps on silk sheets, otherwise, he
gets a rash…”
Sarah went on and on, detailing Michael’s preferences as if they’d been married for ten
years.
I was already jealous of Michael and Sarah’s
childhood bond. Now I realized how little I
knew.
Unaware of this, Michael used the restroom
L
as an excuse to sneak into my bedroom.
Buster, seeing the stranger, followed Michael
upstairs.
Michael sneered at our wedding photo,
picking up a marker and scribbling on my
face.
When Buster started nipping at his pants,
Michael jumped.
The next second, he savagely kicked the dog.
Buster, only ten pounds, was sent flying into
the wall and fell to the floor.
He twitched a few times, blood dripping from
his mouth, whimpering.
My eyes burned. I rushed to Buster, but I
could only pass right through him.
A crazed look crept onto Michael’s pale face.
He sneered,
“Loyal dog, huh? Let me send you to meet
your master in heaven!”
I froze.
L
Michael knew I was dead.
Was his assistant working for him? Recalling the assistant’s disgust and
relentless smear campaign against me, I
clenched my fists.
Then, Sarah walked in.
She immediately saw Buster convulsing on
the floor.
