I was kidnapped along with my wife’s first love. But my wife only paid the ransom to save her first love. When I used my last chance to call my wife for help, she impatiently blocked me, “Just die if you want to die! I gave you $500,000 already, how can there be such a greedy person like you!” She thought this kidnapping was staged by me. Just to get her attention. Later, the kidnappers became enraged and stabbed me to death. After death, I didn’t directly embark on the journey to heaven or hell, but instead floated back to Wendy’s side. She was anxiously waiting outside the hospital room. When the doctor walked out, Wendy immediately rushed up, grabbed the doctor’s hand and asked, “Doctor, how is Zach?” The doctor said calmly, “The patient is in shock and not in a good mental state. We’ve treated the wounds on his body, there’s no danger.” Wendy let out a sigh of relief after hearing this and muttered to herself, “Thank goodness Zach is okay, heaven really has eyes.” As her husband, I leaned against the wall watching this scene. I thought I wouldn’t have any feelings after death. But now my heart felt like it was being stabbed by a knife, painfully. Zach only received a shock, yet Wendy was so worried she dropped everything to stay by his side. But when I was in the hands of the kidnappers, she didn’t care at all, as if my life and death were trivial matters. I smiled bitterly as the last memories before my death flooded back into my mind. After being beaten by the kidnappers for several days, there wasn’t a single good spot left on my body. Seeing me on the verge of death, the kidnappers impatiently threw me a phone, letting me call Wendy, my wife. As soon as the call connected, Wendy’s impatient voice instantly came through: “Are you done yet, Charlie? What trick are you trying to pull now?” I begged her for help: “Wendy, I’m not pulling any tricks… Save me, I’m about to die…” Before I could finish, Wendy laughed coldly on the other end of the phone: “I gave you $500,000 already, isn’t that enough? How can there be such a greedy person like you?” “Weren’t you kidnapped? Fine, tell them I won’t give them a single cent, let alone $500,000!” “If they want to kill you, go ahead! You selfish bastard, it’s better if you die!” With that, she hung up the phone without giving me a chance to explain. I called back in disbelief, only to hear the blocked number tone echoing through the room. The kidnappers beside me saw her attitude and became furious, kicking me hard: “Isn’t she your wife? Why doesn’t she care if you live or die? Damn, you made us waste our efforts!” Realizing there was no hope for my ransom, they suddenly swarmed me, punching and kicking harder than before. Finally, after days of torture and no food, my already weak body couldn’t hold on any longer. After a few more blows, I coughed up blood. The skinny man beside me was startled and stammered to the kidnapper boss: “Boss… if we keep beating him he’s going to die…” The kidnapper boss looked at me with disdain: “So what if he dies, no one cares about him anyway, no one will give a damn if he’s dead!” I felt only desolation in my heart as my vision gradually darkened. The despair and fear of impending death instantly filled my mind. I reached out my hand into the air. Wanting to grasp something, but in the end it fell limply. On the verge of death, I thought of all I had given to Wendy over the years. From the moment I met her until I closed my eyes, it was all one-sided giving on my part, while Wendy was always on the receiving end. Actually, from the very beginning, it wasn’t worth it. With regret and unwillingness, I closed my eyes forever.
After entering the hospital room, Wendy’s first sight was of Zach trembling in the corner. She immediately rushed over and carefully embraced Zach, as if protecting a priceless treasure. Zach looked up at Wendy shakily and said, “Sister Wendy, I’m so scared, those kidnappers were so terrifying…” Seeing him like this, Wendy’s eyes reddened. She held him tightly and said, “Don’t be afraid, Zach. I’m here with you, no one will dare touch you.” How ridiculous. I was her lawful husband. But in her eyes, I probably mattered less than a stranger she met on the street. I remembered once when I caught Wendy and Zach being intimate in the office, I angrily rushed in to confront Wendy. Unexpectedly, Wendy slapped me directly and looked at me with disgust: “Can’t you be less narrow-minded? Your heart is filthy, so you think everyone else is filthy too!” Those words were like shards of a shattered glass bottle, deeply embedded in my heart. Whenever I recalled them, they were always accompanied by a dull ache. Zach nodded while sighing, not feeling there was anything wrong with lying in another man’s wife’s arms. He said with a pale face: “How’s Charlie? Wasn’t he kidnapped too? Has he come back?” Hearing her mention my name, Wendy’s expression instantly became visibly annoyed. She said with disgust: “What does it matter to me if he comes back or not? That beast deserves to die out there!” “He even dared to kidnap you. It’s because I’ve been too lenient with him time and time again, letting him forget his place!” “If he really died, that would be great. One less burden, my life would be so much easier.” Seeing her frowning expression and these cold words, I felt as if I had fallen into an icy pit, my whole body numb. I was an orphan, discriminated against by others since childhood. It was Wendy who appeared and rescued me from being bullied. She promised to protect me for life, and I believed her. I wanted to give her my heart. But after Zach appeared, everything changed. She started to get tired of me, started staying out all night. Leaving me alone at home waiting from dusk till dawn. Every time I brought up not wanting to be left alone, she would impatiently push me away saying: “Haven’t you had enough of your pity party? I’m busy, don’t bother me.” After that, I learned to keep my mouth shut. Hearing Wendy’s loving words, a flash of smugness passed through Zach’s eyes, but he quickly feigned concern again: “It’s not Charlie’s fault, it’s all my fault for making Charlie jealous and doing these things…” He was deliberately provoking Wendy, gauging her attitude. Sure enough, Wendy’s face grew increasingly unpleasant. She gritted her teeth and said fiercely: “Using these despicable tactics will only make me despise him more!” After saying that, she stood up with a face full of tenderness and poured Zach a cup of hot water, placing it in his hands: “Your main task now is to recover. With me by your side, you have nothing to fear.” She then picked up the phone Zach had tossed on the pillow and opened the WeChat message list. Since the kidnapping drama began, I hadn’t sent her a single message. In the past, I would send a dozen messages a day. Looking at the message column dated to last week, a fire of anger rose in her heart. She was certain I must be safe and sound, not sending messages was just another ploy to play hard to get. She didn’t want to find me. After scrolling through the phone for a while, she turned off the screen and tossed it aside again. Zach saw her little action and said pitifully: “Charlie still hasn’t messaged you? Should I apologize to him and promise not to get in his way anymore?” Wendy immediately flew into a rage: “You’re just too kind-hearted! We shouldn’t care whether that kind of person lives or dies!” “Besides, I’ve already been tolerating his harassment of you every few days. Now he even dares to set his sights on you, arranging this kidnapping.” “What right does a viper like him have to make you apologize? He should come kneel down and beg for your forgiveness!” As she said these words, the disgust and contempt on her face were undisguised. It was like the sharpest sword piercing my heart. A flash of joy passed through Zach’s eyes. Wendy hating me so much now was exactly what he wanted. But he still pretended to be troubled: “Don’t fight with Charlie because of me…” Wendy’s face was expressionless: “Don’t worry about him. He’s the one who wronged you. That kind of person doesn’t deserve a second glance from me!” With that, she picked up the porridge she had bought and started feeding it to Zach spoonful by spoonful. Watching this intimate scene between the two, I tightly closed my eyes, not wanting to look anymore.
To help Zach get over the trauma of being kidnapped, Wendy eagerly took him on a trip as soon as his mental state improved slightly. Watching them take photos together and play around at various scenic spots, my heart felt like it was being tightly squeezed by a large hand, unable to breathe. I had begged Wendy many times in the past to go on a trip together, even if just for one day. But she was always either busy with work today or had a business trip tomorrow. Each time she would impatiently tell me: “Why do you have so many annoying habits? When do I have time to accompany you? The company has so much business, which isn’t more important than you?” So I never brought it up again. But now, to accompany Zach, Wendy had specially taken several days off from the company, pushing aside all her tasks. I finally understood. It wasn’t that Wendy didn’t have time. It was just that in her heart, I wasn’t even worth one ten-thousandth of Zach. I followed the two of them like this, watching their sweet moments together as if they were a married couple every minute of every day. After all these years, it was like I was meeting her for the first time. On the way back, Zach fiddled with the photos in his hand, suddenly asking with red eyes: “Sister Wendy… if Charlie finds out we went out to play together, will he kidnap me again?” Zach seemed to have some deep grudge against me, not forgetting to bring me up even at this time. Sure enough, Wendy’s face instantly turned from smiling brightly to stormy. She raged: “He wouldn’t dare! Don’t worry, just stay by my side. I’d like to see how he could do anything to you!” Zach’s face immediately lit up with a bright smile: “Sister Wendy, you’re so good to me…” Looking at the sweet couple, my heart could no longer stir any waves. Perhaps it was because I was dead, or perhaps after being by her and Zach’s side for so long, I finally understood. She had never liked me. It was all just my wishful thinking. Why did I bother deluding myself? Just then, for some reason, Wendy became very agitated. She kept taking out her phone to look at it. I suppose she had gotten used to my attentive care and concern, and felt uncomfortable not receiving any harassing messages from me for so long. I’m sure she’ll be freer from now on, at least without me, this annoying lapdog, getting in her way. “Sister Wendy, what’s wrong?” Zach noticed Wendy’s change and purposely asked. Wendy shook her head, “It’s nothing. I just wanted to see if Charlie had repented these past few days and sent a message to apologize to you.” “Looks like I gave him too much face.” Wendy glared coldly, taking her phone out and putting it back several times. In the end, she still opened my phone number and called me. Unfortunately, dead people can’t answer phone calls. After calling three or four times with no answer, Wendy’s patience finally reached its limit. She laughed coldly and blocked me, “Since you don’t want to answer, don’t ever call again!” Zach said softly: “Is Charlie deliberately trying to get your attention? Or is he jealous of me and doesn’t want to talk to you…” Wendy gritted her teeth: “He still hasn’t had enough of these boring tricks! Why can’t he learn a thing or two from you!” I listened to the two of them complaining about me with disgust, letting out a bitter laugh. They still thought I was playing games. Wendy, what would you think if you found out I was dead?
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