Part 3The Abducted Wife's Revenge

My head felt like it was going to split open.

My involuntary, agonizing screams made it unbearable for the viewers to watch.

The livestream donations started pouring in.

Everyone in the chat begged the kidnapper to spare me in exchange for the massive tips.

Just then, a live-call request popped up on the screen.

"I am Arthur. Connect the call."

I let out a massive sigh of relief.

Thank God. My husband finally saw it!

But when the split-screen connected, the man on the other end was a stranger.

The kidnapper obviously knew what Arthur looked like. Assuming he was being mocked, he gripped the knife tightly, preparing to slice into me again.

Seeing this, the man on the screen quickly yelled:

"Wait! I'm Mr. Vance's paralegal. Arthur is currently busy with an event."

"Also, you've kidnapped the wrong woman. Mr. Vance doesn't have a wife, he only has a girlfriend. And he's actually proposing to her right now."

"If you have demands, state them. There's no need to hurt an innocent person."

The kidnapper exploded in rage. He grabbed me by the hair and slammed my face toward the camera.

My body was covered in deep gashes. The slightest movement tore the muscles, making me sweat profusely from the pain.

But even with my body ripped to shreds, it was nothing compared to the agony in my heart.

If I'm not Arthur's wife, then who is?

The kidnapper sneered. "Do you think I'm a fucking idiot? This is the biological mother of Arthur Vance's son!"

He glared at me. "Call Arthur on this stream right now. If you don't..."

He raised the knife. Hearing my terrified screams, the paralegal had no choice but to patch the call through to Arthur's personal phone.

But the person who answered was Evelyn.

"Oh hubby, the diamond is so big! I'm so happy to have you and Leo... Oh wait, your phone is ringing..."

Finally, my husband's voice came through the speaker:

"Hello, who is this?"

The paralegal—who was actually a police negotiator in disguise—didn't dare reveal his identity. He asked subtly:

"Is your wife with you?"

My husband answered without hesitation: "Yes, my wife and son are right here. Why?"

The negotiator cautiously hinted that someone was claiming to have kidnapped his wife on a livestream.

My husband actually laughed out loud.

"Scammers are getting ridiculous these days. Grabbing some random woman and trying to extort me."

"Listen, stop wasting your time. It's probably just two actors running a scam for stream donations. My family of three is currently at a waterfront restaurant, and I'm not leaving."

"If you're really that worried, just ask the 'kidnapper' how much he wants, and pass a hat around your office to pay him off."

The negotiator pressed on. "The woman in the video is screaming in genuine agony. It doesn't look fake. Could you please just log into the stream and verify if it's her?"

My husband paused, seemingly considering it. Just then, Evelyn let out a dramatic gasp.

"Oh hubby, my stomach hurts so much! Do you think the baby is scared because we're talking about something so bloody? It's okay, hubby, saving someone is more important. You should go look. The baby and I will be fine."

"How could I do that? Nothing is more important than you and the baby."

My husband pulled Evelyn into a tight hug, his voice dripping with concern, and decisively rejected the negotiator:

"I'm incredibly sorry, but my wife isn't feeling well. I can't help you..."

His wife?