The night my in-laws were kidnapped, my husband wanted to go camping with his first love. I didn't try to stop him. I just called the police immediately. In my past life, because I stopped him, he went to save his parents instead of being with his first love. Later, his first love was mauled to death by wild wolves in the mountains. Her death was horrifying. Afterward, my husband said nothing, until I was pregnant and about to give birth—that's when he threw me into the deep mountains. "Petra, if it weren't for you, Barbara wouldn't have died!" "What gives you the right to live peacefully? I want to watch you suffer everything she suffered!" I died along with my unborn child, torn apart by wild beasts. When I woke again, I had returned to the day my in-laws were kidnapped. This time he didn't participate in the rescue. He got his wish and saved his first love, but his hair turned white overnight. I screamed in terror and opened my eyes. I was drenched in cold sweat, my clothes completely soaked. The pain of my flesh being torn still seemed to linger. I reached down to touch my flat stomach, listening to my heartbeat, tears streaming down my face like broken pearls. I fumbled around for my phone and checked the time. I had been reborn—reborn to the day my in-laws were kidnapped. Soon the kidnappers would call, demanding we prepare thirty million in ransom and deliver it within half an hour, or they'd kill the hostages immediately. Harris and I had been childhood sweethearts. Our parents had arranged our engagement when we were young—a marriage alliance. Whether for the family union or my own feelings, I was destined to become his wife. I knew he had an ex, but his family didn't approve. Before the wedding, I'd asked him if he was willing to marry me, if he was marrying me because he loved me. He'd said yes to both. I'd entered our marriage with peace of mind. After the wedding, he was indifferent to me and maintained an ambiguous relationship with his ex. I pretended not to see, not to hear, saying nothing. I loved him. I didn't want to lose him. I didn't want to lose my marriage. For that, I paid with my life, and killed my child who I'd carried for ten months. Given a second chance, I would never make the same mistake. I watched Harris run downstairs and slowly got up from the sofa. When our eyes met, he looked at me and said in a low voice, "I won't be coming home tonight." I said nothing, turning my head to look at the phone beside the sofa. It was the kidnappers calling. I quickly answered and put it on speaker. "We have Suarez and Louise. Thirty million ransom, deliver it to the harbor warehouse in half an hour. If you call the police, I'll kill them immediately!" The kidnapper's voice reached Harris's ears. He just frowned slightly, then laughed contemptuously. "Petra, is this really necessary?" "Is it fun having them put on this act with you?" Looking at his face, remembering how he'd watched as I fell into hell, the love I'd held for over a decade had long since vanished into smoke. "Harris, you heard the call. What you do is your business. I'm not getting involved." "If you want to think we're putting on an act, that's fine." "But I'm telling you one more time—I'm not acting with them." Perhaps because I spoke so calmly, Harris hesitated for a moment. But in the end, he turned and walked away with large strides. In my past life, when we received the call, Harris had thought the same thing. But I knew I wasn't acting with his parents, so I'd done everything to stop him. After searching all night, the two were finally rescued. After rescuing his parents, he left, and when he returned, he brought back news of Barbara's death.
He blamed everything on me. After Harris left, I called the police directly. Thirty million wasn't a small amount, and it had to be in cash. I couldn't come up with it immediately, and even if the kidnappers got the money, they might not release the hostages. So I had to call the police and let professionals handle it. After I dialed 911, the nearest station would dispatch officers. But before the police arrived, I received a call from an acquaintance. "Petra, this is Nicholas. Did you and Harris have a fight?" My brow furrowed as I asked in a low voice, "Why are you calling me?" "Well, you just filed a police report, right? Even though we're acquaintances, filing a false report isn't a small matter. You and Harris can fight all you want, but you can't mess around like this." "Harris and Barbara have nothing going on. Making such a fuss makes Harris look ridiculous." After listening for a while, I finally understood what he meant. "What are you saying? Harris told you I filed a false police report?" Facing my question, there was silence on the other end. I laughed coldly and said in a low voice, "Nicholas, I'm telling you to dispatch officers and handle this matter immediately, or I'll file a complaint." Nicholas snorted coldly. "Petra, don't think everyone is like Harris, at your beck and call. I'm not your White family's security guard." "You're just a shrew. You're not worth a single hair on Barbara's head." After hearing those words, I hung up. Then I called 911 again and filed a complaint against Nicholas. The officers dispatched from another station arrived more than ten minutes later. They asked me some questions and listened to the recording of the first call. Everyone's expressions were serious. They quickly traced the incoming number—it wasn't registered, and when they called back, it was turned off. They could only wait for another call. The officers handling the case waited, while I contacted my private financial manager. "How much liquid cash do I have in my account?" "Seventeen million? Get all of it ready." After hanging up, I called Harris's uncle, Wilson. When he heard that Harris's parents had been kidnapped, Wilson exclaimed, "Who did it? Is Harris there?" "I don't know who the kidnappers are. Harris went camping with Barbara. The kidnappers want thirty million in cash. I can't come up with enough on my own. Can you help me gather what you can? I'll pay you back in a week." "Child, why talk about paying back? How much more do you need?" "Thirteen million." "Don't worry, I'll get it together." The half hour passed quickly. They called again. I answered immediately. The tech officer nearby quickly began tracing the location, but soon shook his head—he couldn't locate it. My heart sank gradually. I heard the person on the other end say fiercely, "Time's up. Did you deliver the money?" "I haven't gathered enough yet. Please give me more time. My husband isn't here, and I don't have that much money on hand." "I said when time's up and the money isn't here, I'll kill the hostages!" I quickly pleaded, "Don't hurt them. You want money, right? Killing them won't get you the money—it's not worth it. Give me another half hour. In half an hour, I'll definitely have the money ready." As soon as I finished speaking, heart-wrenching screams came from my in-laws on the other end. The kidnapper's sinister voice rang out again: "Half an hour—five fingers per person!" "If you want to stall, go right ahead!" After the call ended, Nicholas appeared at the door. He'd heard what was just said, and now his face was pale as he looked at me.
He explained weakly, "Harris called me and said the elders were acting with you, just to make him stay home..." I didn't bother to speak. The officer beside me said, "Call Harris and tell him what happened." Nicholas agreed and stepped aside to make the call. The phone showed the line was busy. Thinking of my mother-in-law's delicate nature—how she'd need someone to blow on her hand if it was scalded by hot water—I couldn't imagine how much pain she must be in now. I took a deep breath to calm myself and quickly called Wilson. His line was also busy. Just minutes after I hung up, Wilson called back. Before I could ask if he'd raised the money, I heard him sigh and say, "Petra, I have to say, how could you trick me with something like this? Suarez and Louise spoil you, but you need to tell them to do it in moderation. If I hadn't asked Harris about it, you would have given me a heart attack." In that instant, my heart turned to ash. "Harris told you we're acting? You don't have to believe me, but can you reach my in-laws? The police are right here beside me." The person on the other end kept sighing, then said, "Harris has feelings for someone else, Petra. If it really doesn't work out, just divorce him. That way you'll both be free." After I hung up, Nicholas got through to Harris. Nicholas said, "Harris, you need to come back. Your parents really seem to have been kidnapped." The person speaking on the other end wasn't Harris—it was Barbara. "Nicholas, are you acting along with Miss Petra too? Harris is barbecuing right now. I'll get him to take the call." After she spoke, I heard Barbara relay Nicholas's message. Harris didn't even take the phone. He just said to Barbara, "Hang up. That crazy woman Petra won't let anyone have a moment's peace." The call was disconnected. Nicholas looked at me with furrowed brows. I looked down and smiled bitterly. "I have no leads, but they want the money delivered to the harbor warehouse. The money isn't enough, but I have to go. If I act as bait, can it increase your chances of solving the case?" The female officer beside me said, "Miss Petra, let me deliver it for you." I smiled. "What if the kidnappers recognize me? If you go, won't that blow our cover? You can protect me from the perimeter. I'll deliver it myself." Since no one had a better plan, they agreed to my request. When the kidnappers called again, I deceived them, saying I'd raised the money and asking them to confirm the delivery location. I'd deliver it—hostages and money exchanged simultaneously. I heard a cold laugh, then a casual reply: "Sure." My heart immediately felt something was wrong. Before he hung up, I asked, "I want to hear their voices." "Why the rush, Miss Petra? You'll see them soon enough." After speaking, the call was cut off. I had my financial manager withdraw the money. I dragged a suitcase full of cash to the location the kidnappers specified, then received their call telling me to move, to go to the underground parking garage—the elders were waiting for me in the parking garage. I didn't care about the money—the police were upstairs. I quickly ran to the underground parking garage. I found my mother-in-law's car in the garage. The door was open. Both of them had their throats cut, blood continuously pouring out. Tears streamed down my face uncontrollably. I stumbled over, running while calling 911. "Someone's had their throat cut in the underground parking garage of the harbor warehouse. Please come quickly." I gripped their hands tightly. "Hold on. The doctors will be here soon."
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