After I Die, My Husband Goes Mad

Dylan took off the ring from his left hand and hung it around Kamila's neck as a pendant. His eyebrows were cold and arrogant as he whispered in her ear, "As you wish." Fireworks bloomed behind them, and Kamila flushed. Cheers from friends rose and fell, and everyone wished Princess Kamila a happy birthday. I watched this short video on my w******p Moments, my fingertips trembling uncontrollably. This ring was our wedding ring. At this moment, only one thought echoed in my mind: Kamila was back. My husband's childhood sweetheart, my sister, she had returned. What should I do? What could I do?  The clock had already struck midnight. The food in front of me had long gone cold, and the candles had burned down to ashes. I knew that I wouldn't be seeing my husband tonight. But today was also my birthday! ‘As she wished?’  A bitter smile twisted my lips as I looked at the divorce agreement neatly laid out on the dining table. What wish could Dylan grant Kamila? It was nothing more than returning everything to its original place. But, why? The sudden darkness engulfed me. In a burst of dull pain, I lost consciousness. The smell of blood, mixed with the stench of burnt flesh, lingered in my nostrils. A basin of cold water was poured over my head, waking me up. I opened my eyes and seemed to see Knox, my dog, always wagging its tail, pleading at my feet. It really was Knox! The dog that had stayed by my side for three years. In the Robinson's Mansion, only he had ever given me warmth. But now, he was only a fur coat, his eyes hollow, staring in my direction. Knox's mouth was stained with blood. "Damn, how dare you bite me! I'll skin you, break your bones, and roast your flesh!" A burly man kicked Knox's head until it shattered. "Ugh..." I exclaimed, but I couldn't make a sound. My mouth was sealed with tape, and icy cold water dripped down my hair. "b***h, you actually raised a vicious mutt! I drugged it so it couldn’t bark, but it still tried to bite my boys! Now, watch how we deal with it!" A mouthful of yellow, sticky spit landed on my face. Laughter erupted around me—mocking, jeering. They celebrated, reveling in their victory as if I were some prize they had won. Only now, too late, did I realize I had been kidnapped. ***** I looked at them in horror. I really didn't know why they had taken me, let alone why they were so cruel to Knox. But soon, I got my answer. The leader yanked the tape from my mouth, tearing skin from my lips. Blood trickled down.  He grabbed my chin, sneering. "Dylan's wife? Nothing special." A sinister smile crept onto the kidnapper's face. He pointed at Knox and said to me, "Do you want to live?" I nodded hastily. Of course, I wanted to live. "Then call Dylan. Tell him to bring cash and land to buy back you." In an instant, my heart was filled with sadness. I gritted my teeth and said, "Dylan probably doesn't care if I live or die. You've got the wrong person." A sharp slap stung my face. "Stop with the nonsense? Do you think we're stupid?" The kidnapper took out my phone and called Dylan in front of me. Once, twice, three times... countless times. Dylan didn't answer. The phone was smashed hard against my face. "Are you two quarreling? Useless!" The kidnapper had to use the phone they had prepared. The call went through after only five rings. There was noise on the other end, "Cheers, cheers..." "Hello? Who is this?" Dylan said. "Kamila, let me take this call. It's a bit noisy." So, Dylan could be so gentle when he called someone else. The kidnapper's tone became more serious. "We have Amy. Five million in ransom for your wife. Make your choice." After a brief silence, all I heard was a cold snort. "Amy? Hmph, tell her to stop playing these tricks on me. Once was enough!" The kidnapper looked at me in astonishment, his anger clearly rising. He grabbed my hair, and I could even feel my scalp tearing. "Talk!" I bit my lip stubbornly, refusing to speak. "Bang, bang," the sound of the kidnapper slamming my head against the ground. He picked up a pair of pliers and aimed them at my fingernails. ***** The first one he ripped out was my index finger. Then the second, my middle finger... I couldn’t hold back anymore and let out a piercing scream. The kidnapper stopped and slapped my face in dissatisfaction. "Screaming won’t help. Talk!" Choking on my sobs, I spoke into the phone. "Dylan, please, help me! They're serious! Knox is dead! I beg you, save me! I'll pay you back—every penny! You want a divorce, right? I agree!" If I couldn't get the money as Dylan's wife, then maybe I could as his ex-wife. ‘Dylan, could I trade my life for Kamila's place?’ The kidnapper was finally satisfied with my performance, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly as if he was smiling. But Dylan said indifferently, "Amy, stop pretending. Haven't you stolen enough money from the Perez family? Now you’ve set your sights on mine? If you really want to die, then do it far away from me—and hurry up!" "No! Dylan, I beg you..." I cried out, pouring every ounce of desperation into my voice, terrified that he would sever my last lifeline. But in the end, he remained indifferent to my pleas. He hung up the phone resolutely. The kidnappers resumed their assault, punching and kicking me, continuing where they had left off. One by one, they pulled out the rest of my nails. As if they weren't satisfied, they took pictures of my bloody fingers and sent them to Dylan. The kidnappers: You have one hour to transfer the money, or you will face the consequences. This time, the reply on my phone came quickly. Dylan: If you want to die, do it sooner. Face the consequences. These words extinguished my last hope. I burst into a frenzy of laughter, laughing until tears blurred my vision. I used all my strength and bit down on the back of the hand that was about to slap me. The kidnapper flew into a rage and kicked me in the chest. "b***h! You want to die that badly? Since your teeth are so useful, let's pull them all out!" He beckoned for a wrench, pried open my mouth, and knocked out all my teeth. I was covered in blood, my eyes bloodshot as I glared at them. The kidnapper simply wanted to use a knife to gouge out my eyes. What did I do wrong? Why was I being tortured like this? I didn't want to endure this hellish torture for another second!