My wife’s first love had an accident, and she insisted it was my fault. Even when I swore on my life, my wife still resolutely sent me to an illegal mining camp for reflection. There, I endured countless humiliations and ended up battered and broken. Three years later, my wife finally remembered me. But I had already died two years ago… Three years ago, Dahlia sent me to an illegal mining camp for reflection and atonement, accusing me of attempted murder. No matter how I explained or even knelt down and begged her with evidence, she was convinced that I had deliberately tried to kill her first love, Jack, out of jealousy. Life in the illegal mining camp was not easy, especially with Dahlia arranging people to ‘take care’ of me day and night. I died not long after being locked up in there. When Dahlia appeared in the mining camp with her bodyguards to visit me, frowning and with a cold gaze, I had already been dead for two and a half years. “Whether he agrees or not, even if you have to tie him up, make him sign the organ donation consent form!” she said coldly. The visiting room was warm, but as her cold words came out, the temperature seemed to drop to the depths of winter. She looked around with disgust and impatiently instructed her bodyguard, “Why hasn’t he come out yet? Hurry up and bring him to see me…” After waiting for a long time, the bodyguard finally appeared at the door with someone. But the person who appeared wasn’t me, it was the foreman of the mining camp. “Miss Dahlia, sorry to keep you waiting, but…” the foreman said hesitantly. “But what?” Dahlia’s face instantly darkened. The foreman quickly said, “But Quentin probably can’t come to see you.” “He doesn’t want to see me? Huh, what does he mean?” she sneered. “Is he enjoying his time here? Three meals a day without worrying, and he can hide from me? Tell him, as long as he voluntarily donates a kidney, he can stay here as long as he wants, even until he dies!” She instructed the foreman to relay the message to me with disgust and impatience, trying to lure me out. But she couldn’t see that I was floating above her at that moment, looking at her with a bitter expression. The foreman didn’t move, and Dahlia, seeing his evasive gaze, immediately frowned with cold eyes. “What? Quentin doesn’t want to see me that much…” The foreman quickly shook his head, “No, it’s not that. He’s not here anymore, how can he come to see you?” That’s right! Except for my soul that no one could see, my body was no longer here. On the first day after I died, they found my death too horrific and threw me out. Now my corpse had probably been digested into fertilizer by some wild dog. Dahlia obviously didn’t believe the foreman’s words. She had her bodyguards watch the foreman while she began to search the mining camp, room by room. She went from the dormitory to the rest area, then to the kitchen, and even carefully checked all the personnel lists, but couldn’t find any trace of me. Dahlia’s face grew increasingly grim, barely suppressing her anger as she questioned the foreman. “I said no one was allowed to let him out, and you dared to treat my words as wind in your ears?” The foreman had taken her money and could be said to be her most loyal dog, so how could he have let me out? Back then, when I was tortured by the people Dahlia arranged until I was a mess, kneeling and begging him to let me out to see a doctor, he never softened. Even when I kowtowed to him until I was bleeding profusely, he never relented. Dahlia sat down coldly and ordered the foreman to bring me to her within five minutes. The foreman, pushed to his limits, sighed and told the truth. “Miss Dahlia, let me tell you the truth. Quentin… he’s long dead!” “He died horribly, not a single part of his body was intact. The walls and floor were covered in blood from him banging his head and scratching with his fingernails that had been torn off.” “On the first day after he died, we threw his corpse out to feed the dogs…” But Dahlia didn’t believe it at all, her face growing increasingly impatient. “Tell me, what good things did Quentin promise you that you dare to disobey my words?” “He crippled Jack for life, does he think he can escape the consequences?” “I think you and he are in cahoots to deceive me!” The foreman hurriedly explained, “No, no… Miss Dahlia, you’re giving me too much credit. How dare I deceive you? You’re my god, my meal ticket!” Fearing she wouldn’t believe him, the foreman quickly pulled out a photo and placed it on the table. “This is the photo I took at the time. Please don’t let it get out…” Dahlia cast a doubtful glance at him, her pupils suddenly contracting as her gaze fell on the photo. In the photo was a human figure whose features were indistinguishable. His body was painfully twisted into an exaggerated arc, covered in bloody marks and bruises, with gashes dripping with fresh blood occupying the entire face. There wasn’t a single good spot on the skin, covered in black and purple scabs. The fingernails looked as if they had been forcibly pulled out, connected to the inner nerves, a bloody mess. From the state of it, the figure had long been dead beyond death. Dahlia froze for a moment, involuntarily widening her eyes. But soon, she let out a cold laugh, “The makeup is really good, at first glance it really looks like Quentin.” “But do you take me for a fool? How could he suffer such severe injuries here when all he does is eat, drink, and work in the mine?” “Besides, if he was nearly dead, why didn’t he go to the hospital? It’s obviously fake!” My heart ached with bitterness. It was she who arranged people to ‘take care’ of me and wouldn’t let me out, otherwise how would I have died so painfully here? After that last brutal beating, I really couldn’t take it anymore. I knelt on the ground, begging the foreman to call her. But she just coldly said, “If you want to die, die quickly. Don’t disgust me!” Even though Dahlia no longer cared about me, the will to survive still made me want to desperately stay alive. I kowtowed to the foreman, the floor resounding with “bang bang” as I hit my head, the blood and dust mixing into a dark black bloody paste, dripping down drop by drop. The foreman, unable to bear it any longer, couldn’t help but say to me, “It’s not that I won’t let you out, but what’s the use?” “Do you have money? The nearest hospital is hundreds of miles away, how would you get there? Not to mention all your ID documents are with your wife.” “Just endure it. If you make it through, it’s fate. If you don’t make it… well, that’s fate too. Remember in your next life, find a good girl…” The foreman’s words made me smile bitterly. I collapsed on the ground like a deflated balloon. Forcibly swallowing the blood that kept welling up in my mouth, I wanted to walk back to the dormitory to rest properly. But at that moment, even rest became a luxury for me. Ten minutes later, the foreman ordered people to pull me off the blood-stained bed and throw me into the coal mine. In the end, I fell there forever… Dahlia glanced at the foreman’s helpless face and snorted coldly. “Enough, stop pretending!” “Hurry up and get Quentin to come out. As long as he’s willing to donate a kidney, I’ll let him leave here right now, and I’ll give him another 200,000 dollars.” I floated numbly in mid-air, but my heart felt as cold as if blown by the winter wind. So my kidney was only worth 200,000 dollars, not even as expensive as a piece of clothing she bought for Jack. Not to mention the millions Dahlia spent without blinking an eye to buy a concept supercar specially for him. Those were in the billions. So, her coldness was only for me. All her love was spent on Jack. The foreman continued to explain patiently, but Dahlia was convinced that we were colluding to deceive her. “Didn’t you say he was already dead? Where’s the body? Where’s the tombstone? What can a single photo prove!” “I’m telling you, if you don’t hand him over today, I’ll make you wish you were dead!” With no other choice, the foreman could only grit his teeth and lead her to a wasteland outside. Pointing to a small mound overgrown with weeds, he said with a complex expression that they had thrown me there at the time. Dahlia’s face darkened as she coldly ordered her bodyguards. “Dig! If he’s alive, I want to see him. If he’s dead, I want to see the body!” Digging up someone’s grave is no less than murder and arson in the eyes of others. But Dahlia showed no sympathy, coldly watching as the bodyguards gradually dug open my grave. I looked at her painfully, never imagining she would hate me to this extent. Perhaps feeling guilty, the foreman kept clasping his hands and muttering, seemingly afraid my ghost would come after him. But soon, he was pulled by the bodyguards to the dug-up mound. It was empty inside, with nothing. “Where’s the person? Where are the bones? Didn’t you tell me Quentin was in there?” “There’s nothing but soil. Don’t tell me you pointed to the wrong place!” Dahlia’s tone was like a volcano suppressed to the extreme, ready to erupt at the slightest touch. The foreman widened his eyes, looking at the empty pit with disbelief. “I… I saw wild dogs wanting to eat his corpse at the time, and couldn’t bear it, so I buried him. How could this be possible…” I was also a bit confused. But Dahlia had long lost her patience and interrupted him with a cold laugh. “So, next you’re going to say his corpse was eaten by wild dogs?” “Good, good! It’s the first time in so many years that someone has fooled me so thoroughly!” “Quentin, and you too! Good! Very good!” The foreman hurriedly tried to explain, but at this moment, Dahlia’s phone rang. When she saw the name on it, the iciness on her face disappeared, replaced by sickening tenderness. “Jack, how are you feeling today? Don’t worry, I’ll definitely make Quentin willingly donate his kidney!” It’s him! The culprit who got me thrown into the mining camp and died miserably here, Jack! On the other end of the phone, Jack’s voice sounded very weak. “Dahlia, you don’t have to beg Quentin. My illness…” Dahlia hurriedly interrupted him, seemingly unable to bear hearing more, “Don’t talk nonsense, I promised you I would save you!” “If it weren’t for you donating a kidney to me back then, I might have died long ago, causing your other kidney to also…” “Besides, since his kidney can match, even if I have to search to the ends of the earth, I’ll find him!” I couldn’t help but frown. When did Jack become the one who saved Dahlia? The other end was silent for a moment before asking with some confusion about what had happened. Dahlia told him in detail about my disappearance. The next second, something shocking happened. Jack said in surprise, “That’s impossible. Quentin called me today saying he was going abroad.” “Oh, and he said he left something for you in the old house. You’ll understand once you see it.” Seen me? He’s just a liar! I anxiously shouted at Dahlia, don’t believe him, he’s just a liar. But I couldn’t make a sound. Even when I floated in front of her and waved frantically, she didn’t notice at all. After hanging up the phone, Dahlia’s gaze turned cold again. She coldly glanced at the foreman and turned to leave directly. Half an hour later, Dahlia arrived at the old house where we used to live. Two bedrooms and one living room, this was our love nest when we were dating, and also the place where our past happiness was stored. Without any hesitation, Dahlia walked in with a cold face. On the coffee table in the living room, she saw a letter placed on top. There was only one sentence, which made her angrily tear the letter to pieces. “Dahlia, you’ll never find me!”
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