My husband, Theodore, was about to take his childhood sweetheart, Rosalie, around the world in a hot-air balloon when I was kidnapped by his enemy. They were about to throw me into a snake pit.

I gave up asking Theodore for help and called my father-in-law instead.

In my previous life, I begged Theodore to save me, even kneeling in front of the phone camera. Hence, he abandoned the hot-air balloon ride with Rosalie and rushed to negotiate with the kidnapper.

Rosalie was all alone and angry. She took another hot-air balloon, but it exploded mid-way, causing her to die on the spot without even leaving behind an intact corpse.

Hearing the bad news, Theodore showed a rare calm expression. He seemed to forget about Rosalie's existence and took me on a trip around the world.

As we were sailing in Norwol, he suddenly pushed me into the sea. "I should never have saved you. Snake pit? Kidnapper? How could they have had the courage to push you into it? I should've never saved you if I knew it'd kill Rosalie. You should go to hell sooner!"

When I opened my eyes again, I had come back to the day I was kidnapped. This time, I chose not to call for help.

Humble love would only leave you bruised and battered.

The dark snake pit was eerie, and the damp air was filled with a nauseating smell. Countless pythons wriggled their thick bodies at the bottom of the pit, making a creepy hissing sound.

Cold, sticky sweat broke out on my back in waves.

The kidnapper walked to the opening, his fleshy face trembling slightly with anger. "Celeste Chandler! It's all because of your husband! Your husband's company cost me everything. I have a mortgage to pay, and my parents are waiting for me to save them. How could you live so comfortably?"

The kidnapper growled hysterically as he held a bright dagger against my neck.

I froze, not daring to move for fear of provoking the kidnapper.

The kidnapper threatened, "Tell your husband I want a hundred million dollars, or I'll throw you down and feed you to the snakes!"

My face was pale, but my body could not help trembling.

Theodore Lambert had offended many people over the years. I knew it would be dangerous, but I never thought these people would be so ruthless.

In my previous life, I cried to Theodore for help, only to end up with a miserable death. Just an hour ago, I realized I was reborn. Therefore, I decisively gave up asking Theodore for help. In this life, I wanted to let Theodore be together with his childhood sweetheart.

I could only call my father-in-law, Fred Lambert. ​​I thought Fred would not leave me alone for the sake of the family's reputation. "Fred, I've been kidnapped. They want a hundred million dollars or they'll throw me into a snake pit full of pythons..."

My voice trembled with fear, and my hand holding the phone was cold. It was as if my body had already turned into a corpse. I could only hope that Fred would send someone to rescue me soon.

The voice on the other end of the line paused before speaking impatiently, "Celeste, this joke is too much! If Theodore hadn't called to tell me that you'd pretend to be kidnapped today, I would've believed you!"

My heart sank instantly. Fred's words seemed like a call from hell. I pondered, 'Did Theodore predict my decision? Was he also reborn?' I shuddered at the thought, and cold sweat ran down my forehead. He knew I was going to be kidnapped, so he deliberately chose not to rescue me and even informed his father in advance, making my crying out for help a joke.

The kidnapper was already upset that I had not called Theodore. He pushed me further into the snake pit.

My heart instantly leaped into my throat as I struggled desperately, begging the kidnapper to give me another chance. I had been reborn. Did I still have to die?

The kidnapper spat out the words in anger, "You took the hard way when I gave you the easy way out! Do you think I won't kill you?" He pushed me forward again so violently that I stumbled and almost fell into the dark snake pit.

The hissing sound at the bottom of the pit grew louder. It was like countless venomous snakes were laughing at my stupidity and ridiculous love for Theodore in my previous life.

I bit my lip, and a metallic smell spread in my mouth. Clenching my fingers tightly, I could even feel the blood on my palms from my nails digging into them.

Theodore must have been reborn too!

Theodore knew I was here and what I was facing, yet he played dumb and even made Fred his accomplice.

However, I knew that Fred was the only person I could turn to for help now. "Fred, I really have been kidnapped! Please save me!" I almost cried into the phone, my voice incoherent with fear.

Fred, on the other end of the line, was still nonchalant. "Celeste, you can argue with Theodore all you want, but don't joke about such things. He's busy. You should be considerate of him."

I thought, 'Considerate? When he was busy riding in a hot-air balloon with Rosalie and when he pushed me into the sea, was I not considerate of him?'

However, I had no time to be angry, so I could only suppress my voice and speak into the phone with a hint of humble plea, "Fred, I really have been kidnapped. You and Theodore don't have to come. Just send someone over. Whether it's a hundred million or a few million dollars, it'll solve the problem, right?"

Fred sighed and answered with a hint of impatience, "Celeste, you weren't like this before. You can't play a trick like this to get Theodore's attention. His company went public recently. He's been really busy."

"Went public? He's with Rosalie! Why doesn't he just die?" I screamed into the phone, unable to control myself anymore. However, I was greeted by a beeping; Fred had hung up.

The despair was overwhelming. I looked at the dark snake pit and listened to the eerie hissing sound. I felt as if I would be entangled and devoured by countless icy snakes in the next second.

The kidnapper kicked me impatiently. "Why are you crying? Make a phone call! Get your husband to pay up and redeem you!"

The suffocating despair took hold of me again. The tragic experience of my last life was vivid in my mind. It was indeed difficult to veer things off their course. I tried to search my mind for any possible way out.

In my previous life, after I was kidnapped, Theodore still came after I pleaded desperately. He was about to take Rosalie around the world in a hot-air balloon he had rented. The two of them were already aboard, but Theodore rushed over at the last moment and reluctantly threw down a suitcase of money to redeem me.

I thought he still had some feelings for me, but what waited for me was an uncontrollable tragedy.

No sooner had Theodore rescued me than he got a call from Rosalie. She said, "Theodore, why did the rope snap? I'm still up in the air."

Theodore widened his eyes in horror and cried at the top of his lungs, "Turn off the burner. Hurry up... Turn off the burner..."

"What did you say? No... No..." These were Rosalie's last words. There was no signal at 30,000 feet aloft, and she eventually crashed with the hot-air balloon. Her body was said to have been completely disfigured and her brains mushed. There was not a trace of her once beautiful self.

Theodore held her body in the morgue for a day and a night without eating or drinking. When he came out, he forced a smile at me.

We were married, but it was only in name. He had not touched me in months. He saw me as an obstacle between him and Rosalie and wanted to kick me out. All I got from him was the cold shoulder.

I grew guilty after what happened. Rosalie was a human being, after all.

Seeing that I was at a loss, Theodore touched my head for the first time. "It has nothing to do with you. I forgot to secure the rope."

He did not blame me and said he would spend the rest of his life with me from now on.

It was one surprise after another during that period. He took me to a business event and bought me a beautiful dress for the first time. Then, he bought a yacht and said he would take me to Norwol for the weekend to see the northern lights.

For the first time, I found out how romantic he was and how lucky I was to be his woman. I looked forward to that day's arrival, but I was too naive. When I was enjoying the view on the north-bound yacht, he pushed me overboard.

The waters of the north were so cold that they hurt like arrows piercing the heart.

"Theodore, what are you doing? Pull me up." I found his eyes infinitely sinister—as if he wanted to tear me alive.

Theodore answered, "Celeste, you killed Rosalie. Do you know how scared she was, up there alone?"

"I was kidnapped. I didn't know anything! Please, Theodore. I don't want to stay here alone," I begged desperately, trying to climb up with all my strength.

However, he kicked me down with a more sinister look in his eyes. "Haha, I want you to experience what it's like to die in fear. This is a shark zone. You're going to be ripped to shreds."

Finally, he sailed away, leaving me shouting my lungs out. Later, I was exhausted and eaten alive by a pack of sharks.

It was not until my moment of death that I found out that Theodore had never accepted me. Rosalie had his entire heart, and not a shred was left for me.

I did not know he had a childhood sweetheart called Rosalie until we got married. Theodore had loved her since he was little and had always thought of her as his bride-to-be. However, he married me by mistake.

After we got married, Theodore habitually circled around Rosalie every day—including Valentine's Day, Independence Day, Christmas, New Year's Day... He abandoned me on all those occasions and hung out with her. Even in the middle of the night, he would get out of bed and go to her house to spend the night with her as long as Rosalie called.

They would've been the happiest couple without me, so I became a thorn in their flesh.

I was a little reluctant at first and tried stopping Theodore's behavior.

In return, he gave me a look of extreme disgust and rudely interrupted me, "I married you, yet you're still unsatisfied. Rosalie is an orphan. Why do you have no sympathy?" He spoke as if marrying me was already bestowing me a great gift.