"I've been kidnapped. I don't know where I'm going, but maybe it's for the best. Since Ms. Hayes doesn't like me, my disappearance will completely clear the way for you both... Ah!" The call disconnected. Julian Blackwood tried to call back, but it wouldn't connect. He forced himself to suppress his unease, trying to speak calmly. "Summer, where did you take that woman? If you wanted to get revenge, you should have let your husband handle it. Why bother dirtying your own hands?" "I'll say it again," I put down my fork. "It wasn't me." The next second, my wrist was brutally gripped. "Serena is suffering from depression; she can't handle this kind of ordeal!" Julian Blackwood's temper flared, his voice sharp. "Summer, stop this, please? You lost a hand, but she's lost a lot too. Stop holding onto this grudge, can't you just let her go?" 12:38 pm P DD < I froze, then my eyes slowly turned red. Serena Vance lost a lot? She wounded someone, and someone covered for her, she didn't even have to go to jail. She loved someone and got to be that person's wife. She was kept and pampered for three years, and now she's regained her freedom. Who was truly pathetic? Who wasn't letting go? I held back my tears and spoke each word clearly. "I said I didn't do it. And-" "Even if this hand is fake, it still hurts." Only then did Julian Blackwood notice my wrist was completely red. He quickly let go, softening his tone. "I'm sorry, Summer, I was just worried you'd act impulsively and do something irrational. By the way, where's the matching ring I gave you? Why aren't you wearing it?" I found it laughable. He claimed he wanted to know my every move, yet he still didn't realize he'd given me the wrong ring. "You gave me the men's ring. It didn't fit, so I put it away." Julian Blackwood paused, then said gently, "Then we'll go back and swap them immediately." After that, he didn't mention Serena Vance again, as if she truly were an unimportant person. Until three nights later, Julian Blackwood received a call and immediately got up to leave. His hand was already on the doorknob. He seemed to sense something, looked back at me, and froze. My gaze was so calm. There was no question about his late-night departure, no reluctance, as if I didn't care about him at all. A panic seized his heart. He instinctively wanted to stay, but his phone rang again. 12:38 pm PD This time, he forgot everything else, hurriedly muttering "company business" before striding out. Julian Blackwood didn't return all night, only sending a SnapChat message. "Summer, I'm working late tonight and won't be back. Go to sleep first. Love you."' I coldly turned off the screen. Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!