My body was shaking with fear, but my heart was almost calm.
Once again, Matthew had abandoned me.
This time, Susan didn’t even need to lift a finger to defeat me.
These lunatics who didn't get paid took pleasure in torturing me.
They bet on how long I could last. Some said an hour, some said a day.
Finally, in the early morning of the next day, I died.
If a forensic doctor examined me, they would be confused by the myriad wounds. Which one was fatal?
Every wound was so deep that bone was visible.
I followed Matthew all the way to the hospital.
He handed the kidney he had taken from me to the doctor and said viciously, "If anything goes wrong during the operation, I'll bury this entire hospital with her!"
The doctors were so frightened that they trembled and dared not make a sound, rushing to make preparations.
Matthew wanted to go to the ward to see Susan but was stopped halfway.
The one who stopped him was his good buddy, Carl, the only one who ever stood by my side.
Carl pressed Matthew's shoulder, "Matthew, are you crazy? Have you ever even treated your fiancée like this?"
Matthew shook his hand off. "Nora is fine!"
Seeing Matthew's reaction, Carl let out a long sigh.