Chapter 3: Marriage, Loss, and Revenge
Later, we got married smoothly. I thought my years of devotion had finally moved her.
The wedding was small—just us, Carol, a couple of Gary’s old friends. I wore my dad’s suit, hoping for a fresh start. For a while, I let myself believe she’d finally seen me.
But I never imagined she would hate me for what happened.
It started with little things—a cold shoulder, a muttered insult, a slammed door. The resentment grew like mold, spreading through every conversation. Did she ever really forgive me?
She didn’t just wreck our family—she let our child die in an accident. Then, after her ex got out, they kidnapped me and dragged me off to Canada.
The night it happened, I was locking up the store when a van screeched up. Autumn’s face, twisted with rage and something darker, glared at me from the headlights. Her old flame grinned from the passenger seat. Before I could shout, they yanked me inside, duct tape slapped over my mouth.
They tortured me to death.
I don’t want to remember the details. The pain, the begging, the cold laughter echoing off the metal walls. It was slow, methodical, like they’d been planning it for years.
After I died, they sold my organs and made a fortune.
I heard them talking as I drifted in and out—how much a kidney goes for, how they’d split the cash. My life, reduced to a price list.
Right beside the operating table, they cried about how hard their lives had been all these years, then generously forgave me, hoping I could be a better person in my next life.
Their voices blurred, sobbing about fate and forgiveness, as if that made it all okay. I wanted to scream, but I was already gone.
I... I must have committed some cosmic sin. Yeah, right. Like karma works that way.
The whole thing was so ridiculous it sent a chill through me.
The more I thought about it, the more unreal it felt. Like some trashy soap opera written by a hack who hates happy endings. I shivered, rubbing my arms.













