For the Memorial Day weekend, I booked tickets to take my whole family on a trip. But when my husband, Ryan, saw the booking confirmation, his face changed instantly. He snatched my phone and tried to cancel everything. The trip was incredibly affordable; I didn’t understand why we couldn’t go. Without any explanation, he locked me in the house and beat me senseless, screaming, “Let’s see you try to run off to a place like that again!” I was locked up for three whole days, dizzy with hunger. When I finally managed to steal his phone to call my parents for help, my father, who had always doted on me, slapped me across the face. My mother grabbed a broom and beat me again, cursing under her breath. “No, we can’t let her go to that place!” “We have to break Chloe’s legs, just to be safe!” I didn’t understand why they were doing this to me. I struggled with all my might, but they caught me and hacked off my legs with an axe. Staring at my amputated stumps, my heart turned to ash. My parents cheerfully brought me home to “recover.” I stared at them, my eyes burning with hatred, and demanded to know what was so wrong with that place. Their faces stiffened. Then, they pushed me out of the tenth-floor window. My body shattered on the pavement. I died instantly. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the first day of the Memorial Day weekend. 1 My husband, Ryan, had just come home from work and pulled me into a tight hug. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart. Work has been insane lately. I haven’t had any time for you.” “This long weekend, wherever you want to go, I’ll take you. Okay?” The familiar voice in my ear snapped me back to reality. I instinctively broke free from his embrace and frantically fumbled for my phone. I flipped it open. The date read: May 23, 2025. I had been reborn. And I was back on the first day of the holiday weekend. In my past life, Ryan had been buried in work. So when the holiday finally came, I was thrilled to plan a family trip. I had told him about my plans beforehand. He hadn't seemed strange at all then; he’d happily agreed. He even took three extra days off to extend our vacation. He had been looking forward to this trip. But the moment I bought the tickets and booked the hotel, he had only to glance at the reservation details before his entire demeanor shifted. He’d snatched my phone and, without a word, started canceling the tickets. Confused, I assumed he was worried about the cost. “Honey, I heard this place is a great value for tourists,” I’d explained quickly. “It won’t be too expensive.” He ignored me and continued tapping on the screen. Annoyed, I grabbed my phone back. In response, Ryan punched me squarely in the face, roaring, “What the hell were you planning to do in a place like that?” In three years of marriage, he had never been so furious. I was terrified, my body trembling uncontrollably. I clutched my face, my voice shaking. “What do you mean, ‘a place like that’? It’s just a state park. What do you think it is?” But he wouldn't listen. He locked me in the house and beat me. “Let’s see you try to run off there again!” he’d snarled. For three days, he held me captive, confiscating my phone. I was starving and dizzy. When he went to take a shower, I stole his phone and called my parents for help. They rushed over. But when they arrived, Ryan wasn't scared at all. He looked at me with pure defiance. My mother hugged me, crying, while my father grabbed Ryan by the collar. “It was just a trip! Why did you lock Chloe up?” Ryan didn’t answer. He just handed my phone to my dad. The moment my father saw the booking information, the color drained from his face. He looked at me in horror, his hand trembling as he struck me across the face. My left cheek swelled instantly. My mother cried out, shielding me. “What are you doing, you old fool?” “Chloe just wanted to go on a little trip! Do you have to hit her for that?” My father ground his teeth and showed the phone to my mother. My mother, who had been protecting me just a second ago, froze as if struck by lightning. After a long moment, she shoved me away. She ran to the kitchen, grabbed a broom, and started beating me with all her strength. “You wretched thing! We raised you for nothing!” “Tell us! Why did you want to go to a place like that?” My mind was a whirlwind of confusion. “Mom, what are you talking about? What is ‘a place like that’? Just tell me!” She didn't answer, just glared at me with hatred and said to my father, her voice grim, “We can’t let her go.” She paced back and forth, her mind racing. Then, an idea seemed to strike her. “Let’s just break her legs. Then she’ll never be able to leave the house again.” My eyes widened in terror. My whole body shook. The destination was just an ordinary state park. Why did the sight of the tickets make them react as if they were facing an invading army? I saw them coming towards me with an axe. I scrambled to my feet and ran, but Ryan tackled me, pinning me to the floor. I sobbed, asking them what I had done wrong. They didn’t answer. They stuffed a rag in my mouth and then, with a knife and an axe, they started hacking at my legs. The pain was so intense I nearly passed out. I struggled, begging them to stop. But they were like demons from hell, ignoring my pleas. They severed my legs completely, bone and flesh, leaving a pool of crimson on the floor. I fainted from the agony. When I woke up, I was in a hospital. They had amputated what was left. My parents smiled as they put me in a wheelchair and took me home. I screamed at them hysterically. “Why? Why would you do this to me?!” My mother’s face turned grim. My father slapped me. “You ungrateful wretch! All our efforts on you were wasted!” I stared at them, stunned. A moment later, my mother let go of my wheelchair, and I was rolling towards the open tenth-floor balcony. “Since you’re so ungrateful, you might as well die!” she yelled. I plummeted, my body shattering on impact. But by some cruel miracle, I didn't die instantly. As I lay there, my breath a faint whisper, desperately trying to call for help, Ryan appeared. The man who had once loved me deeply. He knelt down and choked the last breath from my body. Even in death, I didn't understand why the booking confirmation made them want to kill me. But now, I have another chance. This time, I will find out the truth. 2 With that thought, I immediately turned off my phone. Last time, I had willingly told Ryan about the booking. So this time, if I just canceled the tickets before he found out, everything would be fine. But I hadn't expected that simply turning off my phone would arouse his suspicion. He feigned a pout. “What’s wrong, honey? Got something on your phone you don’t want me to see?” My heart leaped into my throat, but I forced a smile. “That’s right. A secret message from my lover next door. Can’t let you see that.” Ryan chuckled and pulled me into another cloying embrace. “So, is this lover of yours coming on the trip with us?” “If you don’t mind, I could invite him along.” “You dare!” Ryan playfully pinched my nose, a hint of jealousy in his tone. “I don’t even know where we’re going, and you’re already planning to bring someone else? You’re unbelievable!” I put on my usual playful pout. “A secret destination is the best part of any surprise trip. Don’t worry, you’ll love it!” He smiled, stroking my hair. “Alright, alright. I’m eager to see where my dear wife is taking me.” “I’ll tell you after my shower,” I said casually, grabbing my phone and heading for the bathroom. The destination was one I had carefully chosen. I’d barely seen any negative reviews online. Still, I decided to cancel the tickets in the bathroom first, and then do a deep dive to figure out what the hell was wrong with that place. But the moment I stepped into the bathroom, a cold dread washed over me. I had grabbed the wrong phone. I immediately opened the door to swap them. But it was too late. I saw Ryan staring at a brightly lit screen, his expression unreadable. He was looking at my phone. The moment he saw me, he started walking towards me. I instinctively tried to run, but he grabbed my arm in a death grip. Before I could say a word, he raised his hand and slapped me hard across the face. “You could have gone anywhere! Why did you have to pick a place like that?” I couldn’t understand how the man who had been so gentle and loving just a second ago could transform into this monster at the sight of a booking confirmation. The malice in his eyes was something I had never seen before. I was trembling with fear, but a plan quickly formed in my mind. I dropped to my knees, feigning submission. “Honey, I really didn’t know we couldn’t go there. If you don’t want to go, I’ll cancel the tickets right now!” “How about we go somewhere else for the holiday? We could go to the Grand Canyon! We could hike, see the sunset!” But my words didn’t placate him. They only made him angrier. “You had the thought, and now you dare talk to me about another trip? Are you trying to run away?” He advanced on me menacingly, reaching out to grab me. I dodged his hand and fled desperately to the balcony. Looking down at the people milling about below, an idea struck me. I screamed at the top of my lungs. “Help! Somebody help! Domestic abuse! He’s trying to kill me!” It was just after work hours, and many people were out for a walk in the complex. My cries drew their attention. I immediately climbed over the railing, half my body dangling over the edge, and pleaded with Ryan. “Honey, I just wanted to go on a trip! If you don’t want me to go, that’s fine! Why are you trying to kill me?” Ryan gritted his teeth. “You bitch! Shut up!” he roared. He wanted to drag me back inside, but the building’s security team had already broken down our door. Several guards forcibly pulled him away. “Can’t you two talk things out?” one of them urged. A dozen or so elderly neighbors had gathered to watch the spectacle. “He looks so respectable, but he’s a violent beast!” “His wife just wanted to go on a trip. What’s the big deal?” “I bet he’s just too cheap to pay for it!” “Being cheap is no excuse for violence! Someone call the police!” Ryan’s fists were clenched, his face dark as he stared daggers at me. But with so many eyes on him, he couldn’t do anything. Then, as if a thought struck him, a cruel smile touched his lips. He immediately pulled out his phone and called my parents. 3 My parents squeezed through the crowd at the doorway. Their faces were grim as they took in the chaotic scene. My mother rushed to my side, her voice a soothing balm of fake comfort that sent a chill down my spine. The security guard and the neighbors quickly filled them in on what had happened. My father stormed over to Ryan and grabbed his collar. But before his fist could land, Ryan held out my phone. My voice trembled as I screamed, “Dad, don’t look!” But it was too late. He had already taken the phone and glanced at the screen. He froze on the spot. My heart sank. I turned to run. But my father suddenly looked up at me, the concern on his face melting away into pure disgust. He raised his hand and slapped me hard. “You wretched thing! What the hell were you planning to do in a place like that?” I broke down, sobbing, but still demanded to know. “What’s wrong with that place? It’s just an ordinary state park!” “State park? You’re still playing dumb?” Seeing him raise his hand to hit me again, my mother quickly shielded me. “What is wrong with you, you old fool? Are you crazy? Our daughter just wanted to go on a trip!” At that, my father sneered. “A trip? Ha! If she still considered us her parents, she wouldn’t be going there for a trip!” “This little bastard! We should just kill her and be done with it!” His words stunned everyone in the room. They couldn’t understand why a father would speak so cruelly to his own abused daughter. My mother was trembling with rage, but she knew my father wouldn't curse me for no reason. It had to be the tickets. “Give me Chloe’s phone!” I rushed to stop her, dropping to my knees and begging. “Mom, I swear, the place I was going is just a normal park.” “If you don’t want me to go, I’ll just cancel the tickets! Please, just don’t look!” Seeing me so desperate, my mother’s eyes filled with pity. She held me close, comforting me. “Don’t cry, sweetheart. It’s just a trip. I’m sure your father and Ryan are overreacting.” “Don’t worry. As long as I’m here, I’ll make sure everything is alright.” But I couldn't risk my life on a gamble. I fought her desperately. “No, Mom, I’m begging you, don’t look! If you look, you won’t want me as your daughter anymore!” The more I resisted, the more curious she became. She patted me gently, her voice soft, as she took the phone from my father’s hand. “Don’t be afraid, Chloe. No matter what happens, I will always protect you.” She looked at me with what she intended as reassurance. My heart turned to ash as I watched her look at the screen. Sure enough, the loving pity on her face vanished, replaced by a cold fury she couldn't hide. I trembled, instinctively trying to flee, but she grabbed my wrist. Her voice shook slightly. “It’s alright, Chloe. If you want to go on a trip, then go. I won’t stop you. Is your luggage packed? I’ll take you to the train station right now.” She was smiling, but her eyes were like ice. It was the mask of a hypocrite. I yanked my hand away. “No! I’m not going! I don’t want to go!” But her expression was cold, her glare venomous. “You’ve already booked the tickets. How can you not go? The train leaves in an hour. We have to go now.” She gave my father a look. He scowled and reached for me. I grabbed the arm of a nearby security guard and fell to my knees, pleading. “No, I can’t go! If I go with them, they’ll kill me! Please, save me!” The guards hesitated. In the end, this was a family matter. It was difficult for outsiders to interfere. The neighbors who had gathered to watch couldn't tell if I was mentally unstable or if my parents and husband were the problem. Seeing no one stopping them, my parents grew bold and grabbed me, their voices laced with warning. “Chloe, you’re coming with us right now.” “Don’t delay things any further. It won’t be good for anyone.” I struggled and screamed, my cries heartbreaking. Finally, the woman who lived next door seemed to realize something was deeply wrong. “She said she doesn’t want to go! Why are you forcing her?” But my mother shot back, “We are her parents. If we say she goes, she goes. It’s not your place to interfere!” The neighbor was silenced. Ryan took the opportunity to pin my shoulders, tying my hands and feet with his belt. My parents joined in, preparing to drag me out of the apartment like an animal. The neighbors, however well-intentioned, didn't dare get involved in another family's business, especially when my parents and husband looked so menacing. Just as they were about to drag me into the elevator, a tall figure blocked their path. “Wait! You can’t take her!” Seeing the person who had arrived, I think I finally knew the secret behind why they wouldn’t let me go on that trip…
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