Chapter 3 A Fatal Trap

The place we were heading to wasn't that far away. It was a tourist town named Tonyin. It took two hours to drive there from the downtown of the city.

Accommodations for guests were quite distinctive. They were separate wooden houses built in the countryside. Shane chose a remote log cabin by the mountain, saying that it must be tranquil to be there.

When he opened the trunk of the car to grab our luggage, I noticed a surgery kit lying inside.

Thus, I looked at him, confused.

"You're pregnant. Taking you out will be risky, don't you think so, too? That's why I've prepared these things," Shane explained.

Once we had sorted out our luggage, we went to several scenic spots in Tonyin.

Due to my pregnancy, my gait was slow, and fortunately for me, he wasn't in any hurry. I was surprised at how he slowed down to look after me, and he didn't forget to assist me when we went up the mountain.

The way he spoke and behaved indicated that he was a good husband. It made me think that perhaps I had been too suspicious of him regarding what happened in the study. Maybe he was just looking for excitement by having video sex with an online friend.

Halfway up the mountain, I had grown exhausted, so I sat on a pavilion to rest.

At this time, Shane pointed out a few redbuds by the edge of the mountain, saying that the scenery was picturesque. He suggested that he wanted to take pictures of me there.

Thus, I stood beside a redbud. He told me that the angle wasn't right, so I took a few steps back under his instruction. Not a second later, I accidentally slipped and rolled down the mountain.

Thinking of the child in my womb, I felt the strong desire to survive. After rolling down several circles, I managed to hold onto a tree.

Though I did not die, I could feel pain coming from my lower abdomen. Soon, I was covered in beads of sweat. But even then, I refused to let go of the tree.

I had a bad feeling that the child in my womb was in danger.

After a while, many tourists and some staff of the scenic spot rushed to aid me. They were coming from all directions, visibly panicked.

"I'm her husband!" Shane shouted. "And an obstetrician," he added.

Then, he squeezed through the crowd, picked me up, and ran down the mountain.

I grabbed onto his clothes tightly, and said in a weak voice, "Honey, do what you can to save our child."

As he ran quickly, looking at the path ahead, he said, "I will."

But sadly, my child was lost in the end. It was an emergency at the time, so Shane needed to do the induced labor operation for me.

By the time I woke up, it was already dark outside, and my husband wasn't by my side.

I checked my phone and saw that it was already past ten in the evening.

I wondered where Shane could have gone at this time of the night.

I got up from the bed, intending to look for him. But when I reached the door, I heard someone talking outside.

"She got lucky this time. But don't worry. The baby is gone." It was Shane's voice.

His words were like a bolt of lightning, shocking me to my very core.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Truthfully, I did not want to admit that it was true. I staggered backwards, barely keeping myself standing against the wall.

I bit the back of my hand, trying to prevent myself from making a single sound. However, I failed to stop my tears from falling yet again.

It turned out that I had fallen into the trap that he had set for me.

And it turned out that the man I had been married to for two whole years, a so-called angel, was truthfully a devil incarnate.

I was wrong about many things. I never should've made myself believe such flights of fancy.

Frightened and astonished, I went back to bed, pretending to be asleep.

Because I knew that at this moment, I had no strength to fight him head on.

After a while, Shane came in and stood by my side. After confirming that I was asleep, he turned around and left.

The moment he walked out of the room, I immediately got out of bed, rushing to the window to take a look outside.

Slowly, my devil of a husband faded into the night. What attracted my attention the most was the black plastic bag he was carrying.

For some reason, my gut was telling me that I must follow him.