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

That day, I learned how true love could make Terence abandon all logic.

I had done nothing wrong, yet he assumed the worst of me.

It started drizzling outside the hospital.

Terence squinted, and his voice was cold. “You’re unresonable!”

…

After the two of them left, I searched online for a tech-savvy hacker and paid him to look up the poster's IP address.

Then, I called my colleague and asked her to send me a recording of the calls from that night.

My heart sank when I heard her words. “Sorry, Linda. We just lost all the data from that day. The IT department is trying to recover it now.

“But don’t worry. Before the data was lost, your husband and some girl dropped by to collect a copy.”

I clenched my fist.

I knew Sadie was involved in getting rid of the call logs. I had to find other evidence.

Before I knew it, the sun had set. Too much had happened that day, and I was exhausted, so it did not take long for me to fall asleep.

The next morning, I was woken up by a series of phone calls.

It was noisy on the other end of the line, but I could roughly make out the sound of camera shutters in the background.

Our neighbor’s tone was laced with concern. “You need to come back quickly, Melinda! A huge crowd of people just came to your house, and they have your grandmother surrounded.”

My mind went blank, and I felt a shiver run down my spine.

I got off the bed and ran out of the hospital as I dialed Terence’s number. He picked up quickly.

“You’re behind this, aren’t you? You must really have a bone to pick with me! Why couldn’t you leave Granny out of this? You know she’s supposed to be resting!”

“Do you understand how scared Sadie felt that day now?” Even though it was coming from my phone speakers, Terence’s voice sounded so far away.

His response dazed me. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You’ll never understand how she felt unless I make you feel it for yourself." His tone was indifferent. "You should experience everything that happened to her.”

Anger and anguish filled my chest. I growled, “If anything happens to Granny, I will kill the two of you, I swear to God!”

I got into a taxi and finally had the time to look through my phone.

Thanks to Sadie’s ‘half of the story’, I was trending on social media again.

#911OperatorMocksPitifulMuteGirl

#EmergencyOperatorMelindaSnyderRefusesToCallAmbulance

#MelindaPlannedEverything

#ApologiseNowMelinda

I tapped on the first hashtag, which led me to Sadie’s response video. At the end of the video was my voice, “I won’t call an ambulance for you if you don’t speak.

“Please end the call if you can’t talk.”

…

The recording was edited to make it look like I was mocking Sadie’s call for help.

Netizens were in an uproar over the video and Terence’s subsequent response, and they managed to find my house.

By the time I arrived, Granny had already been forced into a corner.

Not only were there netizens, but reporters from many media outlets were present too, shoving their cameras in Granny’s face.

“Ma’am, what are your thoughts about Melinda mocking a girl who couldn’t talk when she needed help the most?”

“Are you ashamed to have such a heartless woman as a granddaughter?”

“I heard that Melinda lost her parents when she was young. Is that why she’s so heartless?”

Granny was helpless against the barrage of questions, and she turned to look at Terence for help.

“That’s not true. Melinda would never do something like that. She’s always been a good girl!”

My fingernails dug into my palms as I squeezed through the crowd.

Once the reporters saw me, they turned to shove their microphones in my face instead.

“Miss Snyder, is Ms. Walsh telling the truth? Did you really mock her?”

“Of course not—”

“She did.” A text-to-speech generated voice rang out. It was Sadie.

She looked at me, then began to type on her phone. The automated voice continued, “I didn’t want to tell the whole world at first, but the harassment was becoming too much. I had to get the truth out there.”

Terence stepped forward in agreement. “Sadie is right. I may be Melinda’s husband, but I don't agree with what she did that day.”

He grabbed my wrist and shoved me forward. “Melinda, you should take this chance to apologize to Sadie in front of everyone today.”

“Apologize?” I looked at Sadie and asked coldly, “Do you think you deserve my apology?”

Sadie looked uneasy and began to type, “I don’t know why you mocked me and lied on the internet, Mel, but I want to believe that you didn’t do it to hurt me.

“If you don’t want to apologize, I won’t force you.”

Everyone was in awe over how ‘kind’ Sadie was.

“Ms. Sadie, you’re too kind.”

“Yeah! How can you still forgive her after what she’s done to you?”

“I can’t believe Melinda still won’t apologize! How disgusting. I can’t believe an emergency operator could be so heartless.”

Sadie’s eyes twinkled with mirth.

“Sure, I’ll apologize,” I suddenly said before slapping Sadie twice.

“How do you like my apology?” The anticipation in her eyes turned to shock.

“Are you crazy, Melinda?!” Terence pushed me away and cradled Sadie in his arms.

I ignored him and stared at Sadie instead. “I haven’t collected all my evidence yet, but why don’t we do something fun? Let’s make a bet.”

Once I was sure everyone’s attention was on me, I stared deep into Sadie’s eyes and continued.

“You dialed 911 eight times. Every single time, I answered patiently and asked you what was wrong. I told you to knock on your surroundings if you couldn’t speak so I would know to send an ambulance to you.

“I told you to stay on the line while our command center traced your call.

“But every single time, you ended the call after I spoke. Every. Single. Time.

“I didn’t make that post either. I still don’t know how you got a hold of my phone.”

Then, I turned to look at Terence. "But your dear lover over here tied me up and locked me in a basement flooded with seawater for three whole days.

“My wounds were severely infected, and the doctors had to cut my kidney out to save my life.

“I was unconscious when the post was made. So, tell me, how the could I have posted it?”

The crowd was silent as if everyone was holding their breath. The only sound was the shutters and flashes of the cameras surrounding us.

Sadie typed frantically, “That’s not true! That’s not what happened!”

“No?” I leaned into her personal bubble and smirked. “I swear on every word I said just now.

“If any of it was a lie, then may God doom my career, my love life, and my remaining health so I will never know a day of peace again.”

Staring deep into Sadie’s terrified gaze, I grabbed her hair and tugged. “What about you, Sadie? Do you swear on your words?”