After Being Thrown into a Snake Pit by My Husband and Reborn, I Chose to Leave

Theodore knew I was here and what I was facing, yet he played dumb and even made Fred his accomplice.

However, I knew that Fred was the only person I could turn to for help now. "Fred, I really have been kidnapped! Please save me!" I almost cried into the phone, my voice incoherent with fear.

Fred, on the other end of the line, was still nonchalant. "Celeste, you can argue with Theodore all you want, but don't joke about such things. He's busy. You should be considerate of him."

I thought, 'Considerate? When he was busy riding in a hot-air balloon with Rosalie and when he pushed me into the sea, was I not considerate of him?'

However, I had no time to be angry, so I could only suppress my voice and speak into the phone with a hint of humble plea, "Fred, I really have been kidnapped. You and Theodore don't have to come. Just send someone over. Whether it's a hundred million or a few million dollars, it'll solve the problem, right?"

Fred sighed and answered with a hint of impatience, "Celeste, you weren't like this before. You can't play a trick like this to get Theodore's attention. His company went public recently. He's been really busy."

"Went public? He's with Rosalie! Why doesn't he just die?" I screamed into the phone, unable to control myself anymore. However, I was greeted by a beeping; Fred had hung up.

The despair was overwhelming. I looked at the dark snake pit and listened to the eerie hissing sound. I felt as if I would be entangled and devoured by countless icy snakes in the next second.

The kidnapper kicked me impatiently. "Why are you crying? Make a phone call! Get your husband to pay up and redeem you!"

The suffocating despair took hold of me again. The tragic experience of my last life was vivid in my mind. It was indeed difficult to veer things off their course. I tried to search my mind for any possible way out.

In my previous life, after I was kidnapped, Theodore still came after I pleaded desperately. He was about to take Rosalie around the world in a hot-air balloon he had rented. The two of them were already aboard, but Theodore rushed over at the last moment and reluctantly threw down a suitcase of money to redeem me.

I thought he still had some feelings for me, but what waited for me was an uncontrollable tragedy.

No sooner had Theodore rescued me than he got a call from Rosalie. She said, "Theodore, why did the rope snap? I'm still up in the air."

Theodore widened his eyes in horror and cried at the top of his lungs, "Turn off the burner. Hurry up... Turn off the burner..."

"What did you say? No... No..." These were Rosalie's last words. There was no signal at 30,000 feet aloft, and she eventually crashed with the hot-air balloon. Her body was said to have been completely disfigured and her brains mushed. There was not a trace of her once beautiful self.