Dangerous Marriage Buried Forever

My phone fell to the ground, a patch of my scalp was ripped off and blood trickled down my neck.

Ignoring the pain, I checked on Hailey. But as I helped her, she clung to me and we both collapsed.

My head hit the ground and I couldn’t get up for a while.

Steve rushed over frantically, scooping Hailey up in his arms.

"Are you okay, Hailey? Are you hurt?"

He checked on the unharmed person in his arms, completely disregarding me as I lay bleeding on the ground.

"My leg. It hurts so much, Steve. It hurts, just like that day."

Steve carefully put Hailey in the wheelchair. Then he grabbed me, who was lying on the ground and couldn't move. His eyes were bloodshot.

Like an enraged beast seeing its enemy.

"Helena, breaking Hailey's leg once wasn't enough for you?"

"You vile woman, are you trying to kill her?"

He threw me into a ride's seat and slammed the safety bar down on me. Before I could sit properly, the bar hit my stomach, making my entire body spasm in pain.

"Honey, I ... my belly."

"Shut up!"

Steve snapped, pressing my lips together roughly. "Try calling me 'honey' one more time!"

He ignored my hands clutching my stomach, shoved the bar down harder, and then nodded to his assistant. "Start the ride, set it to fifty cycles."

"Continuously. Don’t stop."

Part 2

"This is just a little lesson for you."

"If you hurt Hailey again, I'll kill you."

After saying this, Steve took Hailey away.

I was trapped on the drop tower, tossed around by the giant machine.

The blood poured more and more beneath me, splattered on the metal of my seat by the fierce wind.

Fifty rounds later, the blue drop tower was scarlet with blood and looked ominous under the setting sun.

For the sake of my unborn child, I used every ounce of strength I had left to try and push open the safety bar and reach my phone on the ground to call for help.

But I couldn’t move it.

The bar was locked.

The typhoon was rising.

I died in the storm under the pressure of the pressure bar called "safety."

Steve didn't think about me until after Hailey cut her finger while cooking.

When my soul awakened, I was unexpectedly in a warm home.

The home I lived in for five years was now Steve and Hailey's love nest

"Honey, I cut my finger so badly and it's bleeding a lot."

Steve panicked when he heard this.

"We need to go to the hospital for a blood transfusion right away!"

I looked at her cut; it wasn't severe, hardly enough to need a transfusion.

I guessed that even the most minor injury could seem life-threatening in a lover's eyes.

Once, I had broken my bones.

Steve granted me five days off and he did the same for the nanny.

"We can’t let Helena just sit around. She loves work, so she can cook at home for a few days!"

We discovered Hailey's type B blood was in shortage at the hospital.

"The typhoon knocked down trees, causing pile-ups on the roads. There are too many injured and we’ve run out of B-type blood."

Upon hearing the news, Hailey's attending physician, Dr. Lawson, rushed over and said bluntly, "Don't make a fuss. Miss Smith's injury does not require a blood transfusion."

Hailey’s face flushed with embarrassment.