Later, when I was kidnapped, it was Caleb who fought his way into the hideout and carried me out on his back.
That day, I cried in his arms, believing I had found the person I could trust for the rest of my life.
And now, for another woman, he had driven us into a dead end.
Fortunately, only three days remained.
I dragged my weakened body back home, only to see piles of luggage thrown out at the door. My chest tightened violently.
Caleb had tossed out everything that belonged to me and my father.
This house was bought with my father’s entire life savings.
What right did Caleb have to throw us out?
I felt as though I could barely breathe. Just as I turned to leave, I caught a glimpse of the scene inside the house through the gap in the door.
Heidi was sitting in Caleb’s lap, feeding him spoonfuls of porridge.
I forced my trembling hands still, raised my phone, and quietly began recording.
Caleb’s hand was wrapped around her waist, fingers wandering restlessly. His voice was low and intimate.
“In those days, I was too poor. I had no choice but to marry for family interests and let you marry someone else. All these years, you’ve suffered.”