My Husband Threw Me into a Basement Flooded With Seawater... For His First Love?!

The emergency center I worked in went haywire as the typhoon closed in on our town. That night, my husband’s first love made seven emergency calls in a row to me. However, she did not say anything when I picked up. By the eighth call, I thought it was a prank caller, so I gave them a piece of my mind. Then, I heard my husband’s angry voice.

“Melinda! This is the eighth time Sadie's called you for help! Haven’t you made her suffer enough?!”

After that fiasco, he decided to avenge Sadie by taping my mouth, tying my wrists and legs up, and throwing me into our basement for three whole days, despite it being flooded with seawater,

I begged for mercy, but it was to no avail. “You knew Sadie couldn’t talk because she hurt her throat, yet you still hung up on her! I'm going to make sure you feel the same hopelessness she felt!"

Those three days left me with a collection of severe infections. I ended up having to remove my kidney.

Even after all that, that man still had the gall to kneel by my bed and beg me to give him another chance.

I shuddered as the rope tightened over my wrists and legs.

“Terence, I swear I didn’t ignore Sadie on purpose! You have to trust me. Please!”

“Trust you?” Terence’s hand holding the rope paused.

I nodded fiercely, tears streaming down my face.

“Eight times!” He pinched my chin. "Sadie called you eight times, and you ignored every call! You didn’t even call her an ambulance! How do you expect me to believe you?!”

His eyes flashed red with anger, and I felt my chest constrict.

The typhoon made landfall in our city two days ago, and the emergency center where I worked had received countless calls.

One number had called multiple times, but nobody was on the other end when we picked up.

At first, I thought I was talking to an asthma patient who had experienced an attack due to the extreme weather, so I patiently waited for them to collect themselves and speak.

“It’s alright if you can’t talk. If you need an ambulance, just knock twice on anything around you, and I’ll call one.”

Then, the call ended.

Thirty seconds later, another call came in. “Do you need an ambulance? I understand if you can’t talk. Please stay on the line. Our command center will locate your call.”

The caller hung up again. After a few more times, I began to believe this was a series of prank calls.

That night was especially accident-prone, and it was hectic at our emergency center.

When the call came in again for the eighth time, I could not help but scold the caller. “Your prank calls are occupying the line and taking away help from the people who actually need it!”

Suddenly, Terence’s voice shouted through my earpiece, “Melinda! This is the eighth time Sadie's called you for help! Haven’t