Never Looking Back: Life After Heartbreak

I didn’t know the time, but could only judge by the delivery time that almost a month had passed.

All kinds of men came here. There were boatmen who smelled like tuna, rough and tough men with beards, and even rich young men who might be under 18.

What was even crazier was a fat guy came to take a picture with me with my new book Supermodel.

We were in hell and were better off dead.

It wasn't until I got sick that I finally got a little rest. Cici said that seeing a doctor was the only chance in a month to get sunlight for three days.

She would always accompany me.

I didn’t hate these men but I hated Black.

On this secret island, Black used me as an important tool to earn money.

Cici was 24 years old and was a kindergarten teacher. She looked like an actress. She came to the island with her secret lover after being married for half a year but unexpectedly fell into hell.

She said to me, "I will never forget the terrified and begging look he had when I was taken away!"

Cici tried to escape but was caught and brought back every time. In the end, she learned her lesson and did whatever she was told.

She also told me that there were preschool teachers, nurses, office workers, as well as writers and artists like me here.

It was a hidden place specifically designed to serve special guests.

"Do not resist. There is only one pier by the seaside, and it's only unguarded at night." Cici revealed crucial information.

I kept it in mind.

"If you manage to escape, please find my husband and tell him that I am here and ask him to save me. Don't mention anything about my lover. If you succeed, I will share half of my property with you."

She gave me her husband's contact information, which I memorized.

I couldn't make any promises to Cici because I was in trouble myself.

I obtained some medicine. The person who treated us was a mute. Cici said her name was Emily Linton, a nurse who knew some basic nursing knowledge and pharmacology.

Emily Linton arrived a year later than Cici and had really come to apply for a job as a nurse. However, once she arrived, she couldn't go back. Her vocal cords were injured from crying and shouting, and she couldn't make a sound now.

Cici said that she had been pregnant twice. The first time, she had a miscarriage because she had sex with a man when she was pregnant for less than three months. The second time, she used a stick to abort the baby herself.

Chills ran down my spine.

4

After two consecutive months of not having my period, I was acutely aware that my worst fears were still happening.

I was pregnant.

I didn’t know who the child belonged to.

As my belly grew day by day, Black appeared again and asked a few people to drag me outside.

Emily gave me some medicine. After 6 hours, the fetal sac was expelled from my body, and a large amount of bright red blood stimulated my nerves.

I passed out.

Emily was in charge of taking care of me.

Without expression, she gestured to me with various hand signs, just like those gestures in the movie, but I couldn't understand at all.

I paid more attention to Emily and felt that she was telling me to be careful of certain things and certain people, like Cici.

I didn’t want to give up on escaping, and the arrival of that man gave me a glimmer of hope.

When I first saw his familiar eyes, I was a bit dazed.

"Rannie!"

I was surprised, not because he called my name, but because of his voice, which reminded me of his name Tony Smith. He was no doubt my most loyal fan.

He was an IT guy who worked as a senior programmer at a domestic mobile communication company. He was also a pretty powerful hacker.

He could easily get the pictures on my Twitter that required payment to view for free.

Vivian once commented that Tony was like a loyal dog by my side, willing to die for me.

I once told him, "We are not meant to be together. I don't dislike you nor do I like you. You should find a woman who can truly live with you."

He worshiped me as a goddess because of my words I couldn't resist his persistence and had a sumptuous candlelight dinner with him on Valentine's Day last year when my husband was on a business trip.

The dinner consisted of brightly coloured roses, a one-on-one violin solo, and a small, not-expensive, but very heartfelt gift, a portrait that he made up from all the photos of me attending events and Twitter selfies.

This exhausted his four months' salary. After dinner, I returned all the expenses and advised him, "You should earn money to support your family and take care of your parents. Don't be obsessed with me anymore. You will be tired."

He listened to me and accepted the money.

5

He said to me, "I saw your situation on the dark web, and took all the money you returned to me to order you. I'm going to save you!"

My kindness to him was rewarded.

He planned to trick the people outside to open the door, so I immediately put on his coat and prepared to break through with him. But Cici suddenly said to him in the darkness, "No, Rannie. You have to let him go back first, and then call the police. Otherwise, neither of you will be able to escape!"

I admit that Cici's method was the most secure. I couldn’t put Tony in danger.

But he stubbornly insisted on saving me now.

I calmed down and analyzed the current situation with him. I kissed his forehead and said, "Good boy, listen to me. Leave the island first and then call the police!"

Once he was a joke in Vivian's eyes, a pet in my eyes, but now he had become my hero.

"About 6 people are guarding this place, and the rest are indigenous people. There is only one pier by the seaside, with a boat. It's about an hour's sail from the coast, about 31 miles. I will report to the police as soon as I leave. You must hold on!"

He left basic information, which gave me hope.

He knelt in front of me once more in agony for not being able to get me out in time, crying like a child who had made a mistake.

I humbly knelt in front of him and buried the face of the man I used to despise in my chest.

I told him to go back and report to the police to save me. Afterward, I would accompany him for a candlelight dinner every Valentine's Day.

After he left, Black appeared. Cici unexpectedly told Black about Tony's appearance.

To reward Cici, Black allowed her to take a month off and to move freely, except for leaving the island.

Cici turned out to be the one who had been monitoring me, and I mistakenly took this scheming bitch as my best friend.

I suddenly realized that my naivety might have harmed Tony.

But I didn't show my hatred. Instead, I said to Cici, who came back from her vacation, "Thanks to you, otherwise, my reputation will be ruined if he leaves the island."

Cici was stunned, but finally reacted and said, "We can't let people outside the island know that we are here!"

I forced a smile and firmly remembered Cici's hypocritical face.

I swore she would pay a painful price for what she did today.