Never to Meet Again, Never to Long for Again

When I was five months pregnant, I was kidnapped by a group of thugs.

They used my phone to call my brother, Jeremy Wirkola, and my husband, Grant Sanders, to demand a ransom of ten million, but no one answered.

I was tortured and assaulted until I was barely alive.

When I was finally rescued, Jeremy cried and promised to avenge me.

Grant was in tears too. He vowed to get me treated.

However, while under the haze of anesthesia, I overheard Grant's cold voice outside the door. “Jessie is waiting for a bone marrow, but don’t forget to remove Ashlyn’s uterus. Just tell her the injuries were too severe to save it. Oh, and get the best surgeon for her. She’s afraid of pain.”

His assistant hesitated. He was clearly uncomfortable. “Mr. Sanders, isn’t this going too far?”

Grant paused for a second before he replied firmly. “She refused to donate her bone marrow to Jessie and even used the baby as an excuse. She’s selfish. Besides, if we don’t do this, how can I bring back Jessie and our child into the family? As for Ashlyn, she’s my wife. I’ll make it up to her for the rest of my life. She used to bully Jessie with her status, which resulted in Jessie suffering from depression and almost killing herself. It’s time she paid the price for it.”

As I listened to his heartless words, something inside me shattered completely.

Since they had chosen to sacrifice me for Jessie, let them have what they wanted then.

The doctor could not help but speak up. “Mr. Sanders, what about Miss Ashlyn’s legs? If we don’t operate right away, she might never be able to walk again.”

My husband, Grant Sanders, did not hesitate for a second. “Forget about her legs. Save Jessie first. She can’t afford to wait any longer. Besides, with her legs broken, she won’t be able to bother Jessie again. Maybe it’ll help her learn to be less spoiled.” After saying that, he glanced at me, then turned and walked away.

They thought I was unconscious and could not hear a thing, but his words pierced my heart like knives.

The next moment, the surgical light switched on. It shone down on me.

The person about to operate on me was my brother, Jeremy Wirkola. I wanted to call out to him, to tell him how wronged I felt.

However, the next moment, I heard his soft sigh. “Ashlyn, this is what you owe Jessie. But don’t worry, you’ll always be my little sister.”

Tears slid silently down my cheeks.

He was one of the people hurting me too.

The two people I believed loved me the most in the world had chosen to abandon me for another woman.

Just to protect Jessie Webb, they let others humiliate me. They even wanted to take away my ability to walk again just to keep me from disturbing her.

A flood of emotions surged inside me. They were