“I was kidnapped. I didn’t know anything! Please, Theodore. I don’t want to stay here alone,” I begged desperately, trying to climb up with all my strength.
However, he kicked me down with a more sinister look in his eyes. “Haha, I want you to experience what it’s like to die in fear. This is a shark zone. You’re going to be ripped to shreds.”
Finally, he sailed away, leaving me shouting my lungs out. Later, I was exhausted and eaten alive by a pack of sharks.
It was not until my moment of death that I found out that Theodore had never accepted me. Rosalie had his entire heart, and not a shred was left for me.
I did not know he had a childhood sweetheart called Rosalie until we got married. Theodore had loved her since he was little and had always thought of her as his bride-to-be. However, he married me by mistake.
After we got married, Theodore habitually circled around Rosalie every day—including Valentine’s Day, Independence Day, Christmas, New Year’s Day… He abandoned me on all those occasions and hung out with her. Even in the middle of the night, he would get out of bed and go to her house to spend the night with her as long as Rosalie called.
They would’ve been the happiest couple without me, so I became a thorn in their flesh.
I was a little reluctant at first and tried stopping Theodore’s behavior.
In return, he gave me a look of extreme disgust and rudely interrupted me, “I married you, yet you’re still unsatisfied. Rosalie is an orphan. Why do you have no sympathy?” He spoke as if marrying me was already bestowing me a great gift.
