Chapter 3

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Amy sounded moved.

She seemed to have slammed on the brakes.

I could hear Jake's voice on the other side.

"Amy, you're so good to me. You're driving me? I wore the suit you bought. Does it look good?"

Amy was nice to him.

"Of course, you look great in everything."

"Amy, please!"

I reminded her, and she agreed.

"Okay, I'll send Jake to his party and come over."

I relaxed.

It was okay.

It was okay if she was late as long as she came.

If she was willing to see me, there was a chance she would listen.

Even if I died soon, I needed to clear my name.

But I didn't expect Amy to add something.

"I forgot to tell you, Chad."

"What?"

"Jake faked being sick so I would feel bad. You just make me feel gross."

The phone line went dead.

Amy didn't know Jake was faking being sick so she would feel bad for him.

But I was really going to die.

I gave her a kidney, so my body developed kidney cancer.

Amy failed.

I was the only one by her side.

I worked three jobs to get her the money to start her business.

I gave her my kidney.

She lived in a small apartment and cried.

"Chad, give me five years. I'll make you live a good life."

"I won't let you lose to anyone!"

But I lost.

I lost everything.

By 9:50 PM, Amy hadn't shown up.

The kidnappers were getting annoyed.

"Is Amy playing us? Why isn't she here yet?"

One of the kidnappers, who had one eye, chopped off one of my fingers.

"Send this to Amy."

"Tell her if she doesn't come by 11:00 PM, she will only find her fiancé's body."

I felt pale.

Blood ran.

They forced me to call Amy again.

When she answered, I could hear panting on the other side.

Amy sounded hoarse.

"Yeah, what?"

I looked at the time.

It was 10:05.

"You promised me, why didn't you come..."

Amy impatiently answered.

"Are you annoying? You keep calling every couple of hours to bother me. Do you need to see me?"

"If you want to see me, go to the Night Hotel!"

After she said that, Jake started panting.

"Hmm~ no, Amy, I don't want him to see us kissing. I'm shy..."

Amy covered his mouth.

I gave up.

Even a fool would know what they were doing.

"Amy, I wish I never met you."

I said.

Amy didn't listen.

"Stop being sensitive and start reading a book. You're always jealous of Jake."

"Wait a couple of days. I'll help Jake heal his depression and make him feel better."

"Amy, concentrate!"

Amy's phone was taken away.

Her voice got higher and lower.

"I don't want you calling other people..."

The phone line went dead.