After Knowing The Truth, My Husband Avenge Me

Carl kept on asking, "However, the last person Alison saw before she left was you. Did you hear where she was going?"

It seemed that after hesitating for a long time, Lindsay had finally made up her mind. "Carl, I was planning to take this to my grave. But since you’re asking, I’ll tell you …”

“When your medical report came out, Alison kept making overseas calls. I only caught something about ‘meeting in Australia,’ and that she’d definitely be there…”

“And she left in a hurry, as if she had finally shed some burden.”

“Also, do you remember the first case you misdiagnosed? I found out it was diagnosed by a doctor close to Alison. She seemed… to have already prepared to leave you…”  

When she finished, she sent him a recording from six months ago, along with proof of my supposed connection to that doctor. “I didn’t tell you because I was afraid of destroying the last shred of hope you had for her…”

Carl hung up the phone. The recording had been edited to make it seem like I was eager to get rid of him, a burden and move on to a new life.

But the truth was, I immediately reached out to overseas experts through my connections, intending to take him for treatment as soon as possible. As for the doctor who was supposedly close to me, we had only met once at a dinner gathering.

Lindsay went to great lengths to collect these “evidence” pieces. She had planned all along to frame me and destroy me.

My heart sank suddenly.

I painfully recalled the criminal who had tormented me for half a year. He would always blindfold my eyes and abuse me as if following orders.

No matter how I begged him, even kneeling and bowing my head, pleading for him to let me go, he remained unmoved, saying that what he could obtain was far more than what I could offer. But he never revealed what the reward was.  

Later, when he grew tired of me, he tied me to a spinning wheel and used me as a target for throwing knives to torment me.

His mood grew increasingly worse, his drinking more severe and his beatings more brutal. He would snarlingly call me a money-losing good-for-nothing, forcing me to call Carl for money.  

But Carl’s phone was always out of service and each time I called, he would torture me mercilessly.  

Yet I still clung to a sliver of hope, believing Carl would come to save me and do everything he could to save me.

Until the day I died, I saw Carl, whom I hadn't seen in half a year, say, “I don't love you anymore.” All the strength left my body and I died in agony.

Now, a thought flashes through my mind. That criminal might be connected to Lindsay! It was her who hired the criminal to torment me, but later refused to pay him. So the criminal forced me to ask Carl for money and, in a fit of rage, killed me.  

At last, tears streamed down my face as I shook his shoulders frantically, trying to make him hear my accusations.

“It was Lindsay who ruined me; it was her who hired someone to kill me!”

“She's lying to you, I didn't abandon you, I didn't!”

But my fingertips weakly passed through his shoulders and I could only watch as he nodded.

“I told you, someone who wants others to die wouldn't die themselves.”

“She might be waiting for me to die somewhere across the ocean.”  

“I understand. Our wedding is in three days. I’ll prepare properly.”  

The man hung up the phone in silence, crushing the cigarette butt fiercely and sped away like a madman.

I followed closely behind, feeling my spirit grow weaker by the moment.

Once again, he gave up and turned away from the truth to choose someone else.

I cried out in heartache, watching helplessly as he ran toward his new life.

Carl, I won't see the day when you discover the truth. And for the rest of your life, I will no longer be part of it.

When Carl got home, almost as if out of guilt, he made love to Lindsay over and over again. He shut down every form of communication device, as if he intended to die in her arms.

And I could only watch them roll around and express their love for each other in agony and despair.

Three days later, when the first light of the morning streamed in, Lindsay had put on her wedding dress, blushing shyly as she waited for the driver to pick her up. She looked so beautiful, even more beautiful than I did when I wore mine.

I blinked, not wanting the tears to fall.

By noon, Carl stood at her door, holding flowers in his hand, his gaze full of deep affection.

Lindsay threw herself into his arms without hesitation, like a princess celebrating her victory and they climbed into the wedding car, which was reserved just for them.

By the time I arrived at the venue, out of breath, their wedding had already begun. Carl locked his eyes on Lindsay, as if she were the only star in the universe. There was not a trace of me on them anymore.

Just when the couple exchanged rings, the crowd cheered and the ceremony was about to end, the door burst open and the police officers rushed in with guns raised, shouting, “Put your hands up and don’t move! You two are suspected of murdering Miss Hunt. We have enough evidence!”