My Ex Was Cheated On By His First Love

Layla was critically ill.

When I arrived at the hospital, Chris was kneeling by Layla's bed.

His eyes had lost all their light.

"Get out!"

When he saw me, it was as if he saw his enemy, glaring at me with reddened eyes and shouting.

Nic, noticing something was wrong, immediately stepped forward.

"Mr. Samuel, you've just recovered a bit; you can't handle this kind of strain."

Chris saw me as the enemy who had killed Layla.

Ridiculous.

I had exchanged my life for his, yet he hated me for his dream girl.

On the day he was discharged, he confronted me with a storm of anger.

He threw a stack of papers onto the table and questioned me from a high position.

"Lucy, if I hadn't been in the car, would you have succeeded?"

I didn't immediately understand what he meant.

It wasn't until I saw a transfer record of three million dollars with my name on it that I realized.

This was evidence of me orchestrating the car accident.

The recipient was the wife of the crash driver.

I had paid his wife to have him drive and kill Layla.

I sneered. "Chris, can't you see this is clearly a setup against me?"

Still such a clumsy method.

"Who would set you up? Killing Layla would benefit you the most!"

So, Chris believed it.

Before leaving, Chris looked at me with a complex expression, having completely condemned me in his heart.

A few days later, I received a call.

I was asked to pick up Chris from the bar.

By the time I got to the bar, Chris was completely out of it from drinking.

He was collapsed on the table, unable to move.

Nic and I struggled to get Chris into the car.

He rested his head on my shoulder.

I heard him say, "Layla... wait for me... I'll exchange my life for yours..."

I stared at him, frozen in shock.

Exchange life!

What did he know?

"What did you just say?" I asked, dazed.

Nic replied, "Mr. Samuel has been obsessed lately, and recently he heard somewhere that there's a place where you can exchange lives."

"Does he want to bring Layla back?"

"Oh, don't overthink it. I've seen how long you and Mr. Samuel have been together.

"Besides, there's no such place that can exchange lives."

Chris surprisingly came back to celebrate my birthday.

He turned on the lights.

While removing the extinguished candles, he asked me, "Lucy, where is that place where you can exchange lives?"

"What?"

"Don't play dumb." He looked at me with deep eyes. "You know what I'm talking about."

"How old are you to still believe in such things?"

Chris smiled sinisterly.

"Oh... Lucy, did you know?

"You have a little habit of secretly touching your clothes whenever you're nervous."

I immediately pulled my hands behind me and took two steps back.

"Lucy, take me there. Do as I say."

"I don't know."

He stepped forward, his hand gently caressing my neck.

Suddenly, my neck was tightly gripped by Chris.

"Tell me!"

"I won't tell you!"

My blood flow was restricted, and the sensation of suffocating death came over me.

"Chris, if you kill me, you'll never find out where that place is!"

Chris left.

In the mirror, the bruised marks on my neck were horrifyingly vivid.

"Chris, I'll give you this life in this lifetime, and we'll owe each other nothing in the future."

The next day, I was knocked unconscious on the road.

When I woke up, I saw Chris casually lying on the sofa, his white shirt rumpled and looking somewhat irritable.

"Lucy, take me to that place where you can exchange lives."

"Impossible."

The tailor shop has a rule.

Within seven days, a life can be exchanged.

Today is the seventh day.

Since I have given him this life, I cannot take it back.

At Chris's command, several burly men held me down on the ground, rendering me immobile.

"Lucy, you caused Layla's death. I'll overlook it if you take me to that place."

"I won't take you. You can blame me as much as you want."

"Don't be stubborn."

Chris's cold laughter came from above.

The next moment, Chris stepped on my left hand.

"Lucy, you should take good care of this hand."

He pretended to be concerned while crushing and twisting my hand.

My finger bones were being broken.

Tears uncontrollably streamed from my eyes.

Chris knew better than anyone how important my hands were.

Half of my life was spent playing the violin.

Sweat dripped down my forehead.

"Lucy, did you never think about that it's a human life when you had someone crash into Layla?!"

"Chris, Layla loved money. She never truly loved you!"

Chris's eyes were bloodshot.

In the next moment...

Bones cracked and shattered.

The pain of flesh and bone tearing spread from my fingertips to my heart.

"Mr. Samuel, don't be impulsive!"

Nic rushed over, trying to pull Chris away, but was knocked to the ground by Chris.

Then Chris slowly crouched down.

I was already in so much pain that I had no strength left, just weakly lying on the ground, drenched in cold sweat.