My husband hates me for wanting a divorce, but after accompanying me for three dreams, he regrets going crazy.
The kidnappers chopped off ten of my fingers, warning that if they didn’t see the ransom by tomorrow, they’d throw me into a blender and grind me to bits.
I decided there was no way out, no escaping their twisted game.
So that night, I took matters into my own hands and ended it myself. I shattered my last chance at survival, cutting my own throat.
Because I knew.
Julian Sterling wouldn’t save me.
He had once cut ties with his family, forfeiting his claim to a billion–dollar inheritance, all to be with me.
But on our wedding day, he discovered my mother and I had taken $50,000 from his stepmother.
I had supposedly deliberately seduced him, dragging him down from his high pedestal.
In the five years we were married, Julian fought his way to become a business mogul. Yet, his parade of mistresses was endless.
He even made me personally demonstrate to his pampered playthings how to properly please him in bed.
Just ten days ago, I was kidnapped along with his current lover. Everyone knew Julian hated me.
That’s why my ransom was $50,000, while hers was $500,000. But Julian didn’t hesitate; he paid the $500,000 and only took Chloe Harper.
“You probably staged this yourself, didn’t you? You’ll stop at nothing to con money now.”
“I’m giving you this out of charity for Chloe, but if ther
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ocean to feed the sharks.”
But he didn’t know.
I had truly been tortured for ten agonizing days.
Until I died.
Mr. Thorne, the Spirit Guide, sighed deeply as he came for my soul.
He said my obsession was too strong; even in the afterlife, I’d be a lost soul, forever unable to move on. So, he gave me three sticks of mystic incense.
He told me to resolve my obsession before midnight tomorrow, or I would be trapped
forever.
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Mr. Thorne said that until he officially came for me tomorrow night, I would appear completely normal. So when Julian saw me come home safe and sound, the mockery in his eyes was undisguised.
“Back so late? Looks like your little kidnapping performance took a lot out of you.”
“Since you got your money, do what you’re supposed to. Go inside and get the strawberry–flavored lube.”
He was about to get hot and heavy with Chloe right there in the living room. If it were before, I would have just done as he said, then hidden in my room, covering my ears and
weeping.
But today, I simply sat calmly on the couch. I pulled out the divorce papers he had given
- me.
“I’ll sign, but I have a condition.””
Julian’s face darkened. He hated being threatened, but the lure of divorce was too strong, so he held his temper for now.
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“What condition? Let’s hear it.”
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“If it’s too much, don’t blame me for flipping out.”
I touched the three sticks of mystic incense Mr. Thorne had given me. “I found a shaman who can create dreams.
If you’ll just join me for three dreams, I’ll not only divorce you, but I won’t ask for a single cent of our assets.”
“That simple?” Julian scoffed. “If three dreams could get rid of you, you bloodsucker, we would have divorced ages ago.”
“Anya, are you trying to trick me again?”
I looked at him calmly. There was no anger from his mockery. No guilt, no flinching, none of what he expected from me.
Julian realized I was serious, and his expression grew solemn. I knew he was hesitating. Chloe wrapped her arm around his shoulder.
“Julian, just agree. What if she changes her mind by tomorrow?”
Julian pinched her breast playfully. “Alright, anything for my darling.” He then turned back to me, his eyes devoid of any emotion. “How do we do it?”
I swallowed the bitter ache in my eyes. Lowering my head, I took out the first stick and lit it. Mr. Thorne had said the dreams were under my control, and everyone who entered would retain their memories.
He told me to use these three dreams wisely to resolve my obsession. I was always unwilling to accept it.
Did Julian truly have no love for me, even just a tiny bit? Between me and Chloe, would he always choose Chloe?
I set the first dream in our old rental apartment. When Julian first left the Sterling family, we only had $3000 between us.
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So, all we could afford was this dilapidated basement apartment. Julian, being a spoiled rich kid, wasn’t used to sleeping on rough sheets.
So, I took his old shirts–the ones with the softest fabric–and painstakingly cut them up to sew him a new one.
Back then, Julian would hold me close, nestled on our cramped double bed, saying he’d make so much money one day and give me a good life.
Julian touched the oddly patched bedsheet, a flicker of nostalgia in his eyes. But when he turned to me, he was back to his usual prickly self.
“You think this will win my heart back?”
“Anya, don’t forget who trapped me in this dump in the first place.”
His stare made my heart ache. He started looking around. “Where’s Chloe? Where did you
hide her?”
Just as he stepped out of the basement, flames erupted from the doorway. The only way
out was a small window leading outside.
But the window was too high; without someone pulling you from the outside, it was
impossible to climb. Chloe was there, screaming in terror by the window.
“Julian! Save me!”
Julian reached for her, and the flames surged into the room, the wood crackling and
popping as it burned. I asked Julian.
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“There’s not enough time. We can only save one of us, Chloe or me. Who do you
choose?”
Julian glared at me, his eyes burning. “You’re insane. I’d be out of my mind to save you.
I’m saving Chloe!”
With that, he pulled Chloe out, comforting her in his arms. The fire in the room grew fiercer, my tears evaporating before they even touched my cheeks.
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I stood below the window, looking at Julian.
“Chloe’s safe now. Will you help me out?*
“You should know, this dream feels real. I can feel the pain.”
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Julian hesitated. He hated me, wanted me dead, but watching a living person burn to ashes was different. But just as he was about to reach out, Chloe suddenly clutched her
throat.
“Julian, my throat hurts so much. What if I can never sing for you again?”
Julian scooped her up without a second thought. “Anya, is there a hospital in this dream?
Where is it? Tell me!”
I pointed in a direction. He turned and left, leaving me with a complex look in his eyes.
There were too many emotions there, and before I could decipher them, thick black
smoke enveloped my vision.
The dream collapsed.
I clutched my chest, coughing incessantly. Julian woke up a moment later, opening his
mouth to curse.
But seeing me cough like I was about to pass out, he unusually reached out and patted
my back.
“Anya, are you an idiot?”
“You created a dream that hurt yourself like this.”
“You’d better learn your lesson for the next two. Don’t do anything so dangerous.”
I pushed his hand away. “You don’t need to worry about me. Go comfort your little
darling.”
Chloe cried incessantly after leaving the dream, her voice only softening when she hid in Julian’s arms. The two shared a comforting kiss. I had no heart left.
Yet, my chest ached, a pain so profound it felt like dying all over again.
This was the first dream. Julian knew I would die. He knew how dangerous my situation
was. But he still chose Chloe.
