His Perfect Wife Strikes Back

109 She Is Dead

Gina hit me so hard on the head with a heavy stick that I nearly fainted. Gina put her hands around my neck. I almost choked. I tried to free myself from her hands, but she suddenly became as savage and powerful as a mad cow.

"You ruined me," Gina said viciously. "I'm going to kill you."

Gina squeezed my neck tighter and tighter as my legs struggled to move. When I could hardly hold on. I put my hand into the shoe with the military knife. I tried once and almost touched the hilt. On the second attempt, the knife finally came out, and I slashed it at Gina's neck.

She screamed and touched her neck, and I kicked her in the stomach. Then her body fell to one side, and I got up as soon as I could.

Then I felt a sharp pain in my stomach. I looked down and saw a circle of blood on my clothes. This must have been from the fight with the fake Liv. But I couldn't care less about the pain, because Gina grabbed the thick stick and swung it at me again.

This time I fended off the stick with my arm. Gina hit me as hard as she could, as if she didn't feel any pain, even though there was blood running down her neck. She's out of her mind. She wants to die with me.

When she attacked me again, I grabbed the stick in her hand with both hands. She was pale and clutching the stick, and I could see beads of sweat streaming down her head.

"I want you dead," Gina said viciously.

"You can't kill me," I said, pushing Gina back as hard as I could. She stepped back until her feet fell into a pit.

The pit appeared to be a trap set by a hunter in order to catch his prey. The surface of the pit was covered with weeds and could not be seen. I heard Gina's cries of pain from the pit, so I knelt on the edge and looked down.

The pit was deep and dark, and I could see Gina wriggling under it as if she'd been bitten. Then a long shadow flashed before my eyes. When I see clearly. A thick, triangular-shaped snake spits its red tongue at me in front of my eyes.

I quickly took two steps back. There was a red streak in the middle of the snake's head. It looked like a poisonous snake. Fortunately, she only looked at me for a moment and then went down into the pit. It turned out that there was a snake pit at the bottom.

Gina's voice was no longer heard in the pit. She must have been bitten by a snake. My gut tells me she's dead.

The woman who killed me in my last life is dead. I imagined the contorted expression on her face as the snake wrapped around her. She screamed. She died in pain and despair.

Was she as miserable as I was when she went to hell? It's her comeuppance. This is God's punishment for her.

Gina's name is off my death list, forever.

"Eva." A voice came from behind me.

"Frade." I turned to see Frade standing behind me, his eyes fixed on my bleeding stomach.

"Damn, you're hurt," Frade said, squatting down to examine my wound. "I have to get you to a hospital."

"Did you find Liv?" I asked anxiously.

"I've had people look all over the cabin and all around the neighborhood, and there's no sign of your friend," Frade said apologetically. "I'm sorry, but your friend may have been killed."

"No, I want to find her." I tried to stand up with the pain in my stomach, but Frade stopped me.

"You have to go to the hospital now," he said. "You have done everything you can."

"No, Frade," I cried. "I have to find her."

Frade hugged me, and he whispered, "It's not your fault."

I am very sad. Tears blurred my eyes, and my heart hurt as if it had been cut open by a knife. I can't accept losing Liv.

Just then, Frade's cell phone rang. He took out his cell phone and answered it. He spoke beside me. I could vaguely hear a man's voice at the other end of the line, but from Frade's expression, it looked like he was telling him good news.

"Mark found your friend."

That was the first thing Frade said after hanging up the phone.

"Really?" I said, recovering from my grief. "Did he really find Liv?"

"Yes, but your friend is badly hurt," Frade said. "Mark has taken her to the hospital."

"I have to see her," I said.

"You can't even walk right now," Frade said, carrying me in his arms. "I'll take you to the hospital."

My body pressed against his chest. I feel the long-lost heartbeat and body temperature, as well as his body's familiar smell. When I am with him, my cold blood will boil again.

So I buried my head in his arms, greedy to enjoy this precious moment.

Frade took me to Santa María Hospital, where they treated my wound. I remember the last time this doctor gave me a bandage on the back of my hand. He remains gallant today.

"To prevent infection, I suggest you stay in the hospital," the doctor told Frade in front of me. "As a husband, I hope you can give the patient more comfort."

"He's not my husband," I clarified at once.

The doctor just smiled and told Frade to go with him to check in. When Frade came back, his face was dark, as if something bad had happened.

"Is everything all right?" I asked.

He looked at me for a moment and then said, "I saw your case file in the doctor's office just now."

"So?" Does my case file say that I have some kind of medical condition?

"You came to this hospital a few months ago," he said in a low voice. "Who hurt you?"

"Frade, it's over," I said. "The first time I got hurt was fighting with my sister. Now she's dead. It's over."

When the hunters walk through the trap, they'll find Gina's decomposed body. The police will determine that Gina was killed when she strayed into a restricted area. No one will be responsible for her death. This is how Mikeal felt when he heard the news of his daughter's death.

"Where's Liv?" I asked. "Can I see her?"

"She's in the VIP room and Mark is with her."

"Take me to her," I said, "Just for a look."

Then Frade put me in a wheelchair and wheeled me to the VIP room on the same floor. I saw Mark sitting on the bench, his hair unkempt and his face haggard, his wrists bandaged. He said when he saw me.

"You have no idea what they were going to do to her when I found her."