Fatal Test: Dying For His Love

Chapter 2

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ence in his eyes: "What are you talking about? The joke is over, Jenna. You've

desperately suppressing the violent convu

Don't tell me you're being a sore loser! We gave you the ultimate rom

nds behind them b

"Donovan stayed in a hotel for three whole da

red only at Donovan: "Where

s hand carelessly. "We hooked up the high-definition cameras in

gave way: "You

wise how could it

r slap me until the cor

ding to the script. D

r buckets of dirty water over

ore realistic?" Donovan said without a trace of guilt. "Yo

lly squeezed it: "See? You're fine. They'll fad

taggered and fell onto the asphalt: "Ow!

d rushed over, dropping to one knee, cradling

s chest: "It hurts so much... I

r the back seat of the SUV! I'm takin

orner of her mouth curled into a cold smirk. Morning light fell on

e my late mother died, she had met Donovan's grandmother, and both

my stomach churned, "that ring on her han

r helped us so much. What's wrong with letting her wear it for a few day

ring that very heavy gold ring when she slap

t worry, Jenna. Tomorrow before the wedding altar, I'll make sure t

, leaving the huge bouquet of pink lil

bed down from

icked up the flow

thumb. A drop of bright red blood fell onto the pure white

t before opening the SUV door and

got up at five in the morning specifically to buy these fo

ms. It was stuffed with stargazer lil

loved li

len. Even just getting close to smell t

ther liked lilies, but he could not

chest, my voice hoarse and low, "what if I didn't come to the bridge to

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Fatal Test: Dying For His Love

Annabell Seto Modern

“Three days before our wedding, the police notified me that my wealthy fiancé had drowned. His family blamed everything on me - slaps, curses, forcing me to kneel in the memorial hall for three days and three nights. In utter despair, I swallowed a lethal dose of antifreeze, climbed onto the bridge, and prepared to jump into the river to join him in death. Just as my body leaned forward and I was about to throw myself off, laughter and whistles suddenly erupted from behind the SUVs. My "drowned" fiancé walked out completely unharmed, talking and laughing with his childhood best friend. Lightly, casually, he announced that this was nothing but a "loyalty test" for me, and right there he put the wedding ring that was supposed to be mine onto his childhood best friend's hand as a reward. Looking at that ring, I suddenly understood that these seven years probably did not even count as a bet in his eyes. The deadly poison tore through my internal organs, and I violently coughed up large mouthfuls of black blood. But he only rolled his eyes in disgust and left me on the side of the road: "Stop pretending to be sick. Don't be late for the rehearsal dinner tonight." The hospital called the emergency line again and again. He rejected every call and warned the doctors not to play along with my jealous games. That night, I died in the cold resuscitation room. The next day, when the police delivered my death notification to his grand wedding, he stared at it and completely lost control.”