Chapter 3

The tearing pain of being stabbed through once again surged through me.

My heart felt like it was being ripped apart. I clutched my chest and sank to the floor.

The photo slipped, face down.

On the back, a row of small, handwritten words: “My eternal love, forever in my heart.”

I recognized the handwriting instantly as Noah's, bold and flowing script.

He used to love writing me love letters in that very hand when he was pursuing me.

The date was November 2023, three months after Noah and I got married.

In the throes of our honeymoon phase, he was in bed with my best friend, claiming "eternal love"?

Suddenly, a wave of nausea hit me. I clutched my chest and dry-heaved.

I couldn't tell if it was morning sickness or just pure disgust.

My hands trembling, I picked up a few of the love letters and read them. Some felt familiar, others I'd never seen.

Familiar because the content was identical to the letters Noah used to write to me.

But judging by the dates, he wrote Zara's first, and then simply copied them for mine.

After facing the harsh reality, I put everything back in place, pretending I hadn't touched anything.

I immediately ran out the door and hailed a taxi to the hospital.

At the same time, Zara's magic performance had already begun.

“Driver, hurry to the county women's and children's hospital!”

Before the driver could even step on the gas, my shoulder suddenly flared with pain, and blood started to seep through.

I knew it was Zara and Noah performing the blindfolded knife-throwing act.

In my previous life, no matter how off-target Noah threw the knives, Zara would always come off stage completely unharmed.

Noah had even bragged to me about it multiple times.

“Honey, I'm a magic prodigy! Zara and I are a match made in heaven as stage partners!”

More and more bloody lines appeared on my body. The driver was so scared he floored it to almost 120 mph.

“Miss, are you okay! This… this looks really serious!”

I covered my wounds with tissue paper and spoke weakly, “I'm fine, I'm fine, driver. Please, just go faster.”

Luckily, the blindfolded knife-throwing only involved three knives, so they didn't hit any vital organs.

I got out of the taxi, covered in blood, and even gave the driver an extra two hundred dollars for car cleaning.

I rushed into the hospital lobby, yelling for a doctor.

At this moment, the hospital's TV was also broadcasting Zara's magic debut live.

After a quick cleanup and bandage in the emergency room, I scheduled an abortion for the obstetrics and gynecology department.

Noah, that scumbag, didn't deserve to have a child with me!

His child had already been stabbed through by his own six knives in my previous life.

As I lay on the operating table, sedated.

Zara was preparing to perform her underwater escape act.

While the doctor was performing the surgery, I suddenly started convulsing and spitting up water.

The doctor was so startled they didn't dare continue. I took deep breaths and tried to reassure them.

“It's okay, Doctor, please continue… *cough, cough*…” Large amounts of clear water gushed from my mouth and nose.

This was the second time I had experienced the sensation of almost drowning.

The doctor had never seen such a scene, but at my insistence, they had no choice but to complete the surgery.

Half an hour later, the surgery was done, and I lay weakly in the hospital room.

The young nurses came in, making their rounds, gushing about Zara's magic performance.

“That Master Zara's underwater escape just now was truly spectacular!”

“Yeah, she was trapped in that water tank for five whole minutes and wasn't hurt at all, she escaped successfully.”

“A master who came back from abroad is just on another level. She even dropped the key to the lock but wasn't in a hurry to pick it up. She was so calm, like a real-life mermaid.”

I clenched my fists, swearing that no matter what evil methods she used, this time I would not let her harm me in the slightest.

Suddenly, my phone rang. It was Noah calling.