On the day Dillon returned, my wife dragged me off the road by my hair. Not because she wanted to save me— but because she didn’t want Dillon to see my blood. For three years, I saved her, raised my sister, protected Violet, and pushed away the only woman who truly loved me. Yet when Dillon faked his death, they all blamed me. They beat me, tortured me, and begged Dillon for mercy while stabbing me in the chest. I thought dying would set me free— until the one person I had abandoned came running through the crowd, screaming my name. “Ryan Scott, I know you’re awake. Why did you choose to commit suicide on such a joyous day when Dillon is returning? Are you trying to frame him by your death?” Hearing the cold voice, I opened my eyes to see my wife, Luanne Wright. Her icy glare was full of hatred. Luanne, one of my targets, was my wife who had loved me. When we met at the very beginning, she pretended to be mentally disabled to avoid being involved in a family feud and insisted on marrying me. For three years, I took complete care of her and gave her everything. Upon the death of all the family heirs, she regained her sanity and became the sole beneficiary. Only then did I know that she had been pretending all along and that I was the real fool. I tried to leave, but Luanne knelt and begged me, spending millions to propose to me in a high-profile way. “Ryan, don’t leave me, please. I can’t live without you. I deceived you, but I truly love you.” In the midst of swirling flower petals, I looked at the girl I had seen every day and accepted her proposal. However, when her true love, Dillon Hughes, returned, Luanne fell out of love. She used work as an excuse to stay away from home for long periods. She even questioned me, “Ryan, why can’t you understand me? Without my hard work, we won’t have a good life.” I believed in Luanne. But not long after, I discovered her intimate moments with Dillon in her office, along with used condoms on the floor. I confronted her, but she kicked me out without a penny. Dillon even staged a false suicide by jumping into the sea and posted a lengthy accusation on Twitter, claiming I had abused him and driven him to death. I faced a torrent of online abuse. Luanne then kicked me out of our home. Even my sister, Belle Scott, cut ties with me, calling me a vile person. No matter how much I tried to explain, no one believed me. I didn’t know why Luanne saved me, but seeing the intense hatred in her eyes, I struggled to speak, “Kill…me.” The next moment, Luanne let go, slapped me hard, and shouted, “If you want to die, do it somewhere else. You’re so disgusting!” Her slap left me dazed. When I came to my senses, her bodyguards had already thrown me onto the road outside the villa. Luanne crossed her arms, looking at me with contempt as if I were a pitiful creature. “If it weren’t for you bullying and tormenting Dillon, he wouldn’t have been driven to jump into the sea. Go away if you want to die. You really make me sick.” I forced a bitter smile. They slandered me, yet somehow I was the one at fault. With power and influence, they could smear me at will. Luanne probably forgot that without me, she would never have achieved what she had today. Since that was the case, I wouldn’t bother her anymore. Stumbling away, I reached a bustling street. Watching the flow of cars, I jumped. I thought, “As long as this body dies, I can go back to my original world.” Suddenly, the screeching sound of tires and honking horns filled the air. Someone grabbed my hair and dragged me to the roadside. “Ryan, what are you doing?” I looked at the furious Luanne and asked calmly, “I’m already leaving you alone.” Though her words were harsh, I saw her trembling all over. When she was pretending to be a fool, she would tremble with fear and hide behind me. Looking at Luanne, I thought, “What is she afraid of? Afraid I would die? But I’m making things easier for her and Dillon.” Luanne slapped me. “This is the road Dillon takes to come home. How can I let him see such a bloody scene?” I lowered my gaze, laughing bitterly. I went to the riverside. Here, I wouldn’t disgust her beloved man.
I was walking towards the river when someone suddenly grabbed my hand. Confused, I turned around and saw it was my sister, Belle. She was holding a cake with “DH” written on it. This cake was probably prepared to celebrate Dillon’s return after his fake death. Belle’s eyes blazed with anger and hatred. “What are you doing here, Ryan? Are you trying to stop me from giving this cake to Dillon? We’ve cut ties!” In this world, if anyone hated me more than Luanne, it was Belle. Belle wasn’t like this before. We were orphaned at a young age, and I raised her alone, naming her Belle, hoping she would be beautiful and free. She dreamed of learning music, and I dropped out of school to work three jobs so she could attend the best training programs. When there was a fire at home, she ran barefoot into the burning house, crying that she couldn’t live without me. We used to be each other’s support, the closest family we had. But everything changed after she met Dillon. Dillon said he wanted to eat something tasty, so Belle forced me, despite my illness, to cook an elaborate meal for him. Dillon didn’t even take a bite, and when I asked why, Belle lashed out, saying my cooking was terrible and accused me of being mean to him. Then, she threw away the food I had painstakingly prepared. Later, Dillon and Luanne conspired against me, faking his death by jumping into the sea. Belle hated me and cut ties with me. She watched coldly as I suffered and even pushed me further into despair. Thinking about this, I didn’t respond but pulled my wrist out of her grasp. Luanne sneered. “Dillon is back. I left your brother penniless. He can’t accept it, so he must be thinking of committing suicide.” Belle frowned, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she said, “Ryan is such a coward. He wouldn’t do it. This is just for show.” “Exactly,” Luanne nodded, laughing. “He tried this twice.” Belle looked at me with hatred. “Ryan, someone as vile as you won’t be missed even if you die. Get out of my way. I’m going to see Dillon.” I lowered my gaze. “Fine, I’ll go.” The next second, I fell into the turbulent river. Belle’s face turned pale. The current was swift, and within seconds, I was carried several feet downstream. I wasn’t afraid of death. Instead, a sense of relief washed over me. This time, maybe I could really die. But then, with a splash, Belle saved me, throwing me onto the shore. I was covered in mud, looking pathetic. She was soaking wet, kicking me furiously. “Ryan, are you trying to make everyone think I drove you to suicide and ruin me? Bastard!” “When did you learn to swim?” I coughed violently, cold water spilling from my mouth. Belle kicked me hard and sneered. “After Dillon jumped into the sea. Huh, your trick didn’t work. Are you upset now?” I couldn’t help but laugh bitterly. Love was truly powerful. I had tried many times to teach Belle how to swim, but Dillon had always stopped me, saying, “With me around, Belle doesn’t need to learn to swim. I’ll always be there to save her.” Belle belittled me by saying, “This is where you and Dillon differ. You only force me to do things I don’t want to do. Ryan, you’re not fit to be my brother!” Later, when Belle accidentally drowned, Dillon looked on indifferently, while I dived in to save her. But she thought it was Dillon who had saved her and gave him all the credit, calling me heartless for standing by. Unexpectedly, Belle, who used to be afraid of water, had learned to swim for Dillon. I snorted. “It has nothing to do with you if I live or die. To me, you’re just a stranger now.” Hearing this, Belle turned livid with anger and slapped me. “If it weren’t for my vow to pray for Dillon’s soul, do you think I’d save someone I’ve cut ties with? I’d even save a dog that fell into the water!” I laughed bitterly. “Huh, what a moving story. Do you know? Dillon is going to marry Luanne.” At this, the cake in Belle’s hand fell to the ground as she stared at Luanne. “What? Marry her?” Before I could speak, another target, Violet Wood, rushed up in a panic, blurting out, “Dillon is missing!” “Ryan, did you hide Dillon? Bring him out right now!” Luanne glared at me.
Luanne, who had always been composed, panicked for the first time. “What? Dillon is missing? Ryan, no wonder you’ve been so strange today. You must have done something and are trying to clear your name. Tell me, where is Dillon?” Belle’s eyes turned bloodshot as she slapped me hard. “Dillon went through so much to come back, and you dare to harm him. Ryan, I shouldn’t have saved you just now. Where is he now? If he dies, I won’t live either!” The taste of blood filled my mouth. I parted my lips slightly, and a few drops of blood fell. I thought, “Dillon disappeared again. Huh, he really couldn’t stand me. Then I might as well fulfill his wish.” Just as I was about to speak, Violet, who had said I was her only salvation, pressed a dagger against my neck. “Where have you hidden Dillon?” Violet, one of my four targets, was a renowned expert in the field of traditional medicine. At that time, her family was murdered because someone tried to steal her family’s secret traditional medicine manual. I risked my life to save her. Perhaps witnessing her family’s murder made Violet extremely wary of anyone getting close. There was a scar on my left hand, which was left when she bit me in a moment of distress. Despite this, I accompanied her through that traumatic period. Eventually, Violet regained her composure and resolved to master her family’s medical techniques and seek justice for her family. Through countless life-and-death struggles, I helped her rise to prominence and exact revenge on all her enemies. That day, Violet cried, saying I was her brother from then on. I also cried because she reminded me so much of my sister from my original world. I missed her so much. However, after Dillon appeared, Violet gradually distanced herself from me just because he didn’t like me. She warned that if I came within ten feet of her, she would mute me with needles. When Violet learned Dillon had jumped into the sea, she went mad. She stabbed thousands of needles into my body, torturing me relentlessly to avenge Dillon. “Ryan, he must have suffered a lot because of you. You drove him to suicide. Every day from now on, you’ll endure torture a hundred times worse than what he experienced!” My silence further infuriated Violet. The sharp dagger pressed against my throat, leaving a thin line of blood. “You won’t say it? Well, it seems you’ve forgotten my means because I haven’t tortured you in a while.” With a cold expression, Violet knocked me out and dragged me into a small dark room in Luanne’s villa. She inserted countless needles into my acupuncture points, amplifying my pain before torturing me with various tools. Luanne and Belle didn’t stop Violet. Instead, they glared at me with intense hatred. I writhed in agony, the piercing pain spreading throughout my body, making me scream in torment. Violet slapped me hard and sneered. “Can’t you endure this bit of pain? Don’t forget how you tormented Dillon. If you don’t tell us where he is, I’ll make you suffer everything you did to him!” Hearing this, I opened my eyes. I didn’t want to be tortured anymore. Now, I just wanted to die quickly. Then, I could come back to my world and rest. I cried wildly at them and said, “Dillon is dead! I chopped him up into pieces. Kill me. Then you can avenge him. Just do it!” Violet, in a rage, couldn’t believe my audacity. “You think I wouldn’t dare kill you? Now that Dillon is dead, you must die with him!” She suddenly grabbed a dagger and thrust towards me with all her strength. She thought I would resist, but I just stood there, letting the blade stab into my chest. Violet froze, staring at the blood gushing from my chest, seemingly unable to believe it. I smiled. Finally, it happened. As my consciousness faded, Dillon’s voice suddenly came from the doorway. “Hey, you are all here. I’ve been looking for you all.”
Luanne’s dagger fell to the ground. She finally stopped torturing me. My blood-soaked body slumped onto the floor. Blood gushed from the wound in my chest. I thought, “Just wait a little longer, and everything will be over.” Suddenly, ambulance sirens and women’s shouting rang out. I faintly heard someone begging me not to die. I thought, “Why does this voice sound so familiar? It’s like Ellie’s voice. How could it be her? Didn’t she die trying to save me from Luanne and the others?” “Ryan, don’t die, please!” a woman cried. I forced my eyes open and saw Ellie Green kneeling over me, desperately pressing her hands against my chest. Her hands were covered with my blood. It really was her. She hadn’t died. Countless memories of our youth flashed through my mind. Ellie was my first target and my childhood friend. When I was working to make money, she helped keep an eye on Belle. When Violet bit my hand, she bandaged my wound. Ellie had said to me, “Ryan, do whatever you want. I’ll always be your support.” Later, I married Luanne. Ellie left me a farewell letter and went overseas. We met again when she learned about the online abuse I had endured. That rainy night, Ellie became a world-renowned star, while I had been slandered by Dillon and fallen into disgrace. Ellie looked at me with a bright smile. “Ryan, did you do those things?” Raindrops fell into her eyes. I smiled and lied to her. “Yes, I did. I’m that kind of malicious person. You must be very disappointed in me, right?” But the next moment, Ellie hugged me tightly. “You’re lying. Every time you lie, you furrow your eyebrows for a second. Ryan, I know you’re not that kind of person. Why are you lying to me? You have nothing left now. Do you still want to push me away?” I lowered my gaze, showing a bitter smile. Among the four heroines, the others owed me something, but Ellie was the one I owed the most. That was why I always resisted her kindness. I didn’t answer Ellie and left her. But I never expected that this decision would plunge me into an abyss. Luanne’s people captured me. To avenge Dillon, they tortured me mercilessly. When I was dying, Ellie appeared, promising to rescue me. But she never showed up again. Later, Luanne told me she had gotten rid of Ellie. Dillon returned, and Luanne let me go. Coupled with Ellie’s death, I thought my task was completely ruined. And that was why I wanted to leave this world. But now, Ellie was still alive. “Ellie, you…” In my hazy state, I had so much to ask her, but my voice grew weaker and weaker. I struggled to stay conscious, afraid I wouldn’t get another chance to ask. “I…” Before I could finish my words, I fainted. What a good day it was. Everyone had gathered. I had no regrets left. I stopped struggling, waiting for death to claim me. But before long, I woke up. My body was wrapped in bandages. “Poor guy. There are so many wounds, some even showing bones.” Hearing the nurse’s mutter, I gradually regained awareness. I murmured, “Kill me.” “No wonder he has so many injuries. He must be a Luannetic!” The nurse, terrified, ran out of the ward. Soon, a group of people flooded into the ward. Violet, with a cold face, said harshly, “Ryan, you don’t know where Dillon is. Why did you lie to us? Do you want us to carry the burden of killing you? You’re so selfish! With my medical skills, I can bring you back from the brink of death!” The others echoed her, blaming me. Despite being the injured party, I was somehow at fault. I laughed bitterly. Dillon, pretending to be sympathetic, said, “I just wanted to cook for everyone on this special day, but I didn’t expect Ryan to almost die because of it.” Belle added, “Ryan, why don’t you explain it?” I frowned and sneered at them. “Explain? What’s the point? I’ve explained countless times that I never harmed Dillon. He framed me. But what did I get in return? Nothing but your insults! I don’t want to explain anymore. If you have any conscience left, give me a quick death.”
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