1 The father of my son’s classmate kidnapped me. He forced me to livestream myself carving off my own flesh, all to force my husband to show his face. Instantly, the entire internet was begging my husband to step forward and save me. But what they didn't know was that the top donor in my dark-web livestream was none other than my legal husband. Right at that moment, he was on one knee at a high-end waterfront restaurant, proposing to his young mistress. The teenager cheering them on in the background was my son. And the TV in the restaurant was broadcasting the live feed of my torture. Later, I was rescued and survived. Clutching my stomach, tears streaming down my face, I looked at my husband and son. They looked back at me with pure disgust, annoyed that I had ruined the mistress's special day. But what they didn't know was that I wasn't clutching a wound. I was clutching the evidence that would send them both straight to hell. 2 I was illegally detained in a dilapidated, abandoned house by the father of my son’s classmate. He forced me to start a livestream and slice my own flesh off with a knife. In just twenty minutes, a massive, gaping gash had been carved into my thigh, exposing the stark white bone underneath. The comment section exploded: "What is she doing? Is she being forced? Blink twice if you're being threatened!" "Didn't the title say she won't stop until her husband shows up? Where is he?!" "Wait, is the husband trying to kill her for the insurance money?" The kidnapper, annoyed that I was moving too slowly, snatched the knife from my hand. With a swift motion, he sliced a thick chunk of flesh from my leg and held it up to the camera. It was as if he was showing off his knife skills. Fighting through the blinding agony, I gasped out an explanation to the viewers: my husband was out of the country, accompanying our son to a competition. He wasn't in the States. Before I could finish, my phone buzzed. It was a video message from my husband’s young mistress. "Wow, this waterfront restaurant is so romantic..." "Hubby said he loves me the most. He said I'm young and know how to please him, while you're just a washed-up, ugly housewife." "Oh, and Leo even agreed to call me Mom! Right, Leo?" The video showed my husband, Arthur, and my son, Leo, looking at Evelyn with absolute adoration. Leo even happily chimed in, calling her "Mom." In the background, I could see Arthur’s colleagues, friends, relatives, as well as Leo’s friends and their parents. They were all gathered for a massive celebration. Not a single one of them realized that the woman being tortured in the viral livestream was me. The kidnapper frowned in confusion. He took my phone and initiated a video call with them. When Leo saw my name on the screen, he glanced at it and immediately started mocking me: "Oh, is the ugly housewife throwing a tantrum now?" "Auntie Evelyn said you used to bully her when you were kids. You called her the maid's daughter and stole Grandpa's love." "If you know what's good for you, you'll get on your knees and apologize to Auntie Evelyn right now. Maybe then Dad and I will actually be nice to you." My face was deathly pale. The pain in my heart eclipsed the pain in my body. Through gritted teeth, I managed to croak out: "Leo... save me. Call the police..." "Oh, enough already," my son rolled his eyes. "Stop playing games." "Even if the cops come, we aren't leaving Auntie Evelyn's party." Instead of hanging up, my son flipped the camera to show me the scene. Evelyn flashed a peace sign at the camera, clearly trying to provoke me: "Hey, sis. Arthur is going to propose to me in a few minutes. Do you think I should say yes? Oh my god, I'm so nervous..." It felt like an invisible hand was crushing my windpipe. I couldn't breathe. The blood continued to pour from my leg. My body temperature was dropping rapidly. I felt myself slipping into unconsciousness. Smack! The kidnapper delivered a brutal backhand across my face. "Faking passing out? It won't work! If your husband doesn't show up, I'll make you beg for death." "If cutting your flesh doesn't work, I'll dig out your kidneys. If that doesn't work, I'll chop off your hands. And if your hands are gone, I'll cut out your tongue." The chat went completely insane. People were cursing the kidnapper's lack of humanity, begging him to reconsider. But mostly, they were mobilizing, urging everyone to spread the stream to find my husband. Someone angrily commented: "Call the cops! Can anyone tracking his IP please call 911?" "To the guy above: calling the cops won't help as much as finding the husband. This guy clearly has a massive grudge against the husband." "If you're a real man, go after the husband! Torturing a woman makes you a coward." But no matter what the chat said, the kidnapper kept his focus entirely on the knife. The agony shot from my leg straight into my brain. 3 My head felt like it was going to split open. My involuntary, agonizing screams made it unbearable for the viewers to watch. The livestream donations started pouring in. Everyone in the chat begged the kidnapper to spare me in exchange for the massive tips. Just then, a live-call request popped up on the screen. "I am Arthur. Connect the call." I let out a massive sigh of relief. Thank God. My husband finally saw it! But when the split-screen connected, the man on the other end was a stranger. The kidnapper obviously knew what Arthur looked like. Assuming he was being mocked, he gripped the knife tightly, preparing to slice into me again. Seeing this, the man on the screen quickly yelled: "Wait! I'm Mr. Vance's paralegal. Arthur is currently busy with an event." "Also, you've kidnapped the wrong woman. Mr. Vance doesn't have a wife, he only has a girlfriend. And he's actually proposing to her right now." "If you have demands, state them. There's no need to hurt an innocent person." The kidnapper exploded in rage. He grabbed me by the hair and slammed my face toward the camera. My body was covered in deep gashes. The slightest movement tore the muscles, making me sweat profusely from the pain. But even with my body ripped to shreds, it was nothing compared to the agony in my heart. If I'm not Arthur's wife, then who is? The kidnapper sneered. "Do you think I'm a fucking idiot? This is the biological mother of Arthur Vance's son!" He glared at me. "Call Arthur on this stream right now. If you don't..." He raised the knife. Hearing my terrified screams, the paralegal had no choice but to patch the call through to Arthur's personal phone. But the person who answered was Evelyn. "Oh hubby, the diamond is so big! I'm so happy to have you and Leo... Oh wait, your phone is ringing..." Finally, my husband's voice came through the speaker: "Hello, who is this?" The paralegal—who was actually a police negotiator in disguise—didn't dare reveal his identity. He asked subtly: "Is your wife with you?" My husband answered without hesitation: "Yes, my wife and son are right here. Why?" The negotiator cautiously hinted that someone was claiming to have kidnapped his wife on a livestream. My husband actually laughed out loud. "Scammers are getting ridiculous these days. Grabbing some random woman and trying to extort me." "Listen, stop wasting your time. It's probably just two actors running a scam for stream donations. My family of three is currently at a waterfront restaurant, and I'm not leaving." "If you're really that worried, just ask the 'kidnapper' how much he wants, and pass a hat around your office to pay him off." The negotiator pressed on. "The woman in the video is screaming in genuine agony. It doesn't look fake. Could you please just log into the stream and verify if it's her?" My husband paused, seemingly considering it. Just then, Evelyn let out a dramatic gasp. "Oh hubby, my stomach hurts so much! Do you think the baby is scared because we're talking about something so bloody? It's okay, hubby, saving someone is more important. You should go look. The baby and I will be fine." "How could I do that? Nothing is more important than you and the baby." My husband pulled Evelyn into a tight hug, his voice dripping with concern, and decisively rejected the negotiator: "I'm incredibly sorry, but my wife isn't feeling well. I can't help you..." His wife? 4 I was his legally wedded wife. But because Evelyn was younger, more shameless, and willing to spoil Leo rotten... My husband didn't even care that Evelyn was the illegitimate daughter my father had with our former maid. He openly flaunted his affair. And now he was throwing her a massive, romantic proposal. My chest tightened painfully, like a massive boulder was crushing my lungs. On the call, the undercover cop was still desperately trying to reason with the kidnapper. It was useless. The kidnapper pinned me to the floor, his voice venomous: "If you want to blame someone, blame your sociopath son and your scumbag lawyer husband!" The knife came down again. "AHHH!" I couldn't hold it back. My scream felt like it pierced the heavens. The blinding pain nearly sent me into shock. At that exact moment, a highly-upvoted comment pinned itself to the top of the chat. "I work with Arthur. The victim is 100% Arthur's wife. I just texted him the stream link." Arthur had received the link a long time ago. Then what about my son? What about our relatives and friends? Why didn't anyone who saw the stream tell Arthur to come save me? Ignoring the blood pouring down my body, I grabbed my phone and opened the video clip Evelyn had sent me earlier. I scrutinized every single detail. And finally, I saw it. On a large TV screen mounted on the wall of that romantic restaurant... The livestream of my torture was playing for the entire party to see. The kidnapper yanked my head back, taking a sharp breath. "They're watching this live, right there in the restaurant. And they didn't come to save you." "Tell me... did they not notice? Or do they just want you to die faster?" "Hahahaha..." It felt like a bolt of lightning struck me. I froze, completely forgetting the physical pain, forgetting the grief. A moment later, I lunged for my phone like a madwoman, pointing the camera directly at my face, and screamed hysterically: "Arthur! Leo! I am Leo's mother! Look at me! Look at me!" "I am being tortured! Even if you want to cheat, even if you want a new mom, you can't just let someone die!" "Leo, I'm your mother! I brought you into this world!" The chat went into absolute overdrive: "As a mother, I am completely breaking down watching this." "Please, I'm begging you, let her go! She obviously has zero leverage over her husband and son!" "Are you people deaf? She isn't his wife! The guy on the phone said his wife is the chick he's with right now!" All over the internet, thousands of strangers were advocating for me, desperately trying to find a way to save me. But my own husband and son never showed up. It didn't used to be like this. Before Leo turned five, we were a perfectly happy, harmonious family. But everything changed the day Evelyn appeared. 5 Evelyn used the excuse that I had monopolized our father's love for years, demanding compensation at every turn. Sometimes it was a piece of jewelry. Sometimes a designer bag. Slowly, it evolved into private dates with Arthur, and eventually into taking Leo out on extravagant trips. Just like that, my husband and my son were stolen from me, piece by piece. I used to think that, no matter what, we were legally a family. I thought they would always have some baseline level of care for me. The kidnapper slapped me hard across the face twice, rubbing salt into my emotional wounds. "Your husband and your son threw you away." Two of my teeth had been knocked out. My mouth was filled with blood, but I still stubbornly argued: "No... they just didn't see the screen..." The kidnapper threw his head back and laughed. He pointed to a specific username in the chat. "Is this your husband?" The username, featuring a profile picture of Leo and Evelyn happily posing together, had just donated five massive "Rocket" tips to the stream, making him the top donor. At that exact moment, my phone buzzed with several new photos. Under a gorgeous, colorful sunset, Arthur was on one knee, holding a massive diamond ring. You could read his lips: "I love you." Everyone around them had joyous, congratulatory smiles. Leo was wiping tears of happiness from his eyes. And in the corner of the photo, resting on a table, Arthur’s phone screen was actively playing the livestream of my torture. The exact moment of my brutalization was the exact moment of their peak happiness. Evelyn sent a barrage of texts, gloating: "Hubby said it's best if you die out there. It saves him the hassle of dividing assets in a divorce." "Oh, and your son said that if you don't die, he's going to drop out of school and work minimum wage just to support the baby in my belly." "So do us all a favor and just die. It'd be great if you could leave a will leaving everything to Leo, so he doesn't have to work so many shifts." The metallic taste of blood coated my tongue. I lay sprawled on the dirty floor, letting the physical pain wash over me. "Are you furious? Does it hurt worse than death?" "I thought I was the only victim here. I didn't realize we were in the same boat. Why don't we team up? We can give them a massive present." The kidnapper leaned close, whispering in my ear, while discreetly shoving a small USB drive into my hands. "The footage of your sociopath son brutally bullying my boy... and the proof of Arthur forging evidence to cover it up... it's all on this drive. The moment this goes public, the Vance family will be destroyed." The kidnapper's voice grew increasingly frantic and excited, his teeth gritted as he hissed into my ear: "You brought Leo into this world. How about you be the one to destroy him? Deal?" The kidnapper forcefully shoved the USB drive directly into the open, bleeding gash on my stomach. The hard plastic dug into my flesh, sending sharp spikes of agony through my body. I processed his words in silence. The police negotiator had finally triangulated my location. Dozens of SWAT officers breached the abandoned house, with Arthur and Leo trailing far behind them. The police tackled the kidnapper and hauled him away. I lay on the floor like a puddle of mud. I let the police and paramedics step around me, their boots occasionally brushing against the pools of my blood. At one point, Arthur accidentally stepped squarely on one of my fingers—the one where the fingernail had been ripped off. I screamed in agony, but the father and son completely ignored my pain. Arthur and Leo were frantically searching the abandoned house. "The kidnapper didn't have anything on him. The evidence has to be hidden in this room." "Should we just burn the whole place down? That would solve everything." "No. If investigators sift through the ashes and find..."
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