My husband's true love goes missing. He traps me in a cave to make me repent for my sins.

"Olivia would never have gone missing if not for you! You'd better stay in there and repent for your sins!"

No matter how I scream and try to escape, I'm ignored. Ultimately, I die due to cobra venom.

Unexpectedly, my husband loses his mind when he sees my body and the twisted look on my face.

"Well? She's been locked inside for days now. Has she admitted her mistake yet?" Colin Shaw's face was twisted in disgust as he glanced toward the cave and questioned the bodyguard.

"No, sir. Mrs. Shaw hasn't begged for mercy once," the bodyguard replied firmly.

He was right—I had not begged for mercy, but I did call for help.

"Mr. Shaw! Mrs. Shaw hasn't eaten or drunk anything in days. Could she have passed out? Maybe we should let her out?" Kyle Wilbur, our driver, suggested.

Having watched Colin and me through our courtship and marriage, he always seemed to pity me.

Colin's face darkened, his voice cold as ice. "Shut up! So what if she's gone a few days without food and water?

"Olivia has been missing for so long, with no idea how long she's gone without either. Norah deserves to suffer just like Olivia did!"

He added, "And Kyle, don't think your long years with the Shaw family give you immunity. Anyone who dares plead for that woman will be fired on the spot!"

Kyle turned pale and quickly backed off, leaving just Colin and the bodyguard. From within the cave, I could see Colin's hand tenderly caressing a ribbon tied around his wrist.

His voice softened as he murmured to it, "Olivia, I wonder how hungry or scared you must have been all this time. I miss you so much.

"I've already locked up Norah Martinez. I'll make sure she pays for everything. Oh, Olivia..."

He was pouring his heart out to that ribbon as if it embodied his lost love, but all I could feel was a crushing pain. He was so gentle when he spoke about her, yet here I was, cold, hungry, and forgotten in this hellhole.

I suddenly realized something horrifying—I was already dead. Olivia Martinez's final note had explained that she did not want to hurt me anymore by staying in his life.

Yet, Colin blamed me for her disappearance and locked me in this cave as if I had driven her away. My entire body ached as waves of cold and hunger tormented me.

I screamed for help, but no one came. With that, I was left in the dark with nothing but my fears and the sting of a cobra’s venom burning through my veins.

The pain twisted me into agony as I struggled to breathe. Death's suffocating grip closed tighter and tighter, and I found myself unable to escape the terror consuming me.

"Olivia, I'll make sure Norah is punished for what she did to you. I swear it... Olivia..." Colin's words echoed cruelly in my ears.

I thought bitterly, 'Punish me? Really? The punishment had already been carried out—you were the one who sentenced me!'

Tears streamed down my face as the heartbreaking truth settled in. I was dead—Colin had killed me with his own hands.

I wondered what I had done to deserve this. After all, all I did was reject Olivia.

Just a few weeks ago, Olivia suffered a sudden and severe case of kidney failure. She needed a transplant, but despite the Martinez family's desperate efforts, they could not find a suitable donor.

That was when Olivia set her sights on me. She said tearfully, "Colin, I might not have much time left. You have to promise me... Live a happy life with my cousin, Norah.

"All I want is for you to be happy, even if I'm the person you spend the rest of your life with."

Colin immediately replied, "No. I'll have Norah give you her kidney!"

I refused him outright. There was no way I would sacrifice my kidney for that woman. She had tormented me since childhood, and now she wanted to steal my husband too.

When Olivia heard my refusal, she sobbed softly, "No! I don't want Norah's kidney! I won't accept it!"

Yet, right after saying that, she'd secretly texted Colin: "Colin, I've decided to spend my remaining time well. Joey and I are going to the nature reserve. I've been wanting to go there for a long time."

The nature reserve was filled with wild animals and countless dangers. I would not have cared if she had gone alone, but there was no reason for her to take my child, Joey Shaw, with her.

Colin used every contact he had, mobilizing people to search for Olivia. Search teams scoured the area for days and nights. Meanwhile, I was just as desperate, worrying myself sick while tirelessly looking for them.

Finally, near the edge of the nature reserve, they found only Olivia and a blood-stained, tattered piece of clothing.

Olivia sobbed uncontrollably, her face streaked with tears. "I'm sorry, Colin! I didn't mean to! I never thought there would be wolves here... Joey died protecting me…"

Colin gently pulled her into his arms, comforting her as if nothing else mattered. "Baby, don't cry. Of course, I know it wasn't your fault."

I could not believe it. Colin did not care—he did not even bat an eye at the fact that Olivia had caused our child's death. Rage boiled inside me, and before I could stop myself, I stormed forward, yanked Olivia out of his arms, and slapped her hard across the face.

"You shameless woman! If you have a death wish, why did you take my child with you? You should've been the one dead!"

Colin instantly retaliated, striking me with such force that I fell to the ground. He gathered Olivia into his arms again, his voice full of fury.

He growled, "You're insane! Olivia already told you it was an accident, and you're still throwing a tantrum?"

"A tantrum?" I shot back, trembling with anger and grief. "Colin, look at her—she killed our child! Our child is dead because of her!"

Tears streamed down my face, mixing with the blood dripping from my split lip. I was shaking, both from the pain in my heart and the sting of betrayal.

"Shut up!" Colin snapped coldly. "You're going to scare Olivia! And so what if that bastard child is dead? As long as Olivia is okay, that's all that matters."

His words hit me like a block of ice, freezing my soul in an instant. Colin had just called Joey a bastard child, as if he were nothing more than an inconvenience.

Despair and anger overwhelmed me, dragging me into a suffocating abyss. Suddenly, blood surged up from my throat, and I spat out a mouthful of blood before collapsing into unconsciousness.

...

When I woke up in the hospital, I overheard two nurses whispering outside my room.

"Did you see it? Mr. Shaw is taking such good care of Ms. Martinez. He's been making her soup every day."

"Soup? Seriously? Colin Shaw?" I thought bitterly. He never cooked or lifted a finger in the kitchen for me—not once in all these years.

"Yeah, I saw. And I heard he's trying to arrange for this patient's kidney to be donated to Ms. Martinez."

"No way! That poor woman's been unconscious for days, and Mr. Shaw wants to take her kidney? Unbelievable."

"Thank God it's illegal without her consent. If this were some shady hospital, who knows if she'd even be alive right now."

"Seriously... It's just pure evil."

"Shh! Don't say another word. Someone might hear us," the other nurse warned, and their conversation trailed off.