Chapter 3Hostage Choice: My Wife Saved Her First Love and Left Me

To help Zach get over the trauma of being kidnapped, Wendy eagerly took him on a trip as soon as his mental state improved slightly.

Watching them take photos together and play around at various scenic spots, my heart felt like it was being tightly squeezed by a large hand, unable to breathe.

I had begged Wendy many times in the past to go on a trip together, even if just for one day.

But she was always either busy with work today or had a business trip tomorrow. Each time she would impatiently tell me: "Why do you have so many annoying habits? When do I have time to accompany you? The company has so much business, which isn't more important than you?"

So I never brought it up again.

But now, to accompany Zach, Wendy had specially taken several days off from the company, pushing aside all her tasks.

I finally understood. It wasn't that Wendy didn't have time. It was just that in her heart, I wasn't even worth one ten-thousandth of Zach.

I followed the two of them like this, watching their sweet moments together as if they were a married couple every minute of every day.

After all these years, it was like I was meeting her for the first time.

On the way back, Zach fiddled with the photos in his hand, suddenly asking with red eyes: "Sister Wendy... if Charlie finds out we went out to play together, will he kidnap me again?"

Zach seemed to have some deep grudge against me, not forgetting to bring me up even at this time.

Sure enough, Wendy's face instantly turned from smiling brightly to stormy. She raged: "He wouldn't dare! Don't worry, just stay by my side. I'd like to see how he could do anything to you!"

Zach's face immediately lit up with a bright smile: "Sister Wendy, you're so good to me..."

Looking at the sweet couple, my heart could no longer stir any waves.

Perhaps it was because I was dead, or perhaps after being by her and Zach's side for so long, I finally understood. She had never liked me. It was all just my wishful thinking. Why did I bother deluding myself?

Just then, for some reason, Wendy became very agitated.

She kept taking out her phone to look at it.

I suppose she had gotten used to my attentive care and concern, and felt uncomfortable not receiving any harassing messages from me for so long.

I'm sure she'll be freer from now on, at least without me, this annoying lapdog, getting in her way.

"Sister Wendy, what's wrong?" Zach noticed Wendy's change and purposely asked.

Wendy shook her head, "It's nothing. I just wanted to see if Charlie had repented these past few days and sent a message to apologize to you."

"Looks like I gave him too much face."

Wendy glared coldly, taking her phone out and putting it back several times.

In the end, she still opened my phone number and called me.

Unfortunately, dead people can't answer phone calls.

After calling three or four times with no answer, Wendy's patience finally reached its limit. She laughed coldly and blocked me, "Since you don't want to answer, don't ever call again!"

Zach said softly: "Is Charlie deliberately trying to get your attention? Or is he jealous of me and doesn't want to talk to you..."

Wendy gritted her teeth: "He still hasn't had enough of these boring tricks! Why can't he learn a thing or two from you!"

I listened to the two of them complaining about me with disgust, letting out a bitter laugh.

They still thought I was playing games.

Wendy, what would you think if you found out I was dead?