Chapter 2

In the darkness, I forced a bitter smile.

No one knew that the person on stage, who was nestling in Jack's arms and trying to kill me, was my wife.

All I could do was watch helplessly. The woman who had hugged me that morning and swore she would give me everything I ever wanted repeatedly confessed her love for Jack in front of everyone.

The hyenas were getting dangerously close to my throat. In a daze, I thought I saw the Grim Reaper waving at me.

Just when I thought I was about to die, Jack's voice came from the audience.

"I changed my mind. I want to try something more interesting.

"Since he's going to die anyway, Honey, why don't we guess if his and his son's hearts are symmetrical?"

Jack's cruel voice blasted through the speakers and rang in my ears.

Camilla frowned. I thought she had remembered our promise.

For our child's heart separation surgery today, she had once traveled to the most famous church to pray.

She had prayed for our child and promised she would never break her vow when it came to him.

The rosary beads were still wrapped around her wrist, but she reached out and affectionately ruffled Jack's hair.

Her voice was sickeningly sweet.

"Fine. Whatever you want. As long as you're happy!"

Through the soaked hood, all the blood in my body turned cold.

When it came to Jack, Camilla really could abandon all her principles.

My son and I were soon dragged onto the operating table via thick ropes.

Jack sneered as he lifted the hood and spat on my face.

"Too bad. She didn't even recognize you, and she didn't keep her promise to you either!"

Seeing me stare at his shoes through the gap, Jack deliberately lifted his foot and kicked the operating table.

"Did you have a good look? Every gift you ever received, Camilla bought two of each! After you die, I'll be the only one left!

"You don't know this, do you? Every night she claimed she was on a business trip, she was actually playing romantic card games with me.

"When your father died on an operating table because there were no doctors available, my dog happened to get sick. She felt sorry for my dog and gathered every doctor to give it end-of-life care."

Every word felt like a stab to my heart.

In the end, the pain swallowed me completely.

Blood was gushing non-stop from the puncture wounds on my body.

The doctor lined up the scalpel over my chest but hesitated to slice through. He looked at Camilla, who was walking toward us.

"Ms. Fender, this is too dangerous. If anything goes wrong–"

A trace of hesitation flashed through Camilla's eyes. Jack suddenly cried out, "Honey, this jerk scratched me! What if he has some kind of disease? Hmph–"

Under Camilla's worried gaze, he put down his hand.

There were a few red scratch marks he had made on himself. There wasn't even any blood, but Camilla instantly lost her temper.

She slapped me hard across the face.

"How dare you hurt Jack? Proceed with the procedure. Don't use any anesthesia! I want to see how tough he really is!"

She stared at me coldly through the hood.

I looked at my three teeth that had fallen onto the ground. My heart sank.

Jack held Camilla in his arms. When nobody noticed, he looked at me with a cocky smile.

"Sorry, sir."

The doctor placed the anesthesia back onto the tray. He then said softly in a sympathetic voice, "Don't blame me. I'll finish as quickly as possible and try to make it hurt less."

The moment the cold scalpel went through, I felt an excruciating pain.

I couldn't hold back anymore and let out a horrifying scream. Through my endless cries of agony, the rosary beads around Camilla's wrist snapped off one by one.

She suddenly turned around and looked at me.

"W-Why does he sound so much like Frank?"

I struggled to look up. I lifted up my trembling hand to reach for the hem of Camilla's shirt, but Jack stepped forward with a shocked expression and stood between us.

"I can't believe it. He actually imitated Frank's voice just to seduce you!"