My phone fell to the ground, a patch of my scalp was ripped off and blood trickled down my neck.

Ignoring the pain, I checked on Hailey. But as I helped her, she clung to me and we both collapsed.

My head hit the ground and I couldn’t get up for a while.

Steve rushed over frantically, scooping Hailey up in his arms.

"Are you okay, Hailey? Are you hurt?"

He checked on the unharmed person in his arms, completely disregarding me as I lay bleeding on the ground.

"My leg. It hurts so much, Steve. It hurts, just like that day."

Steve carefully put Hailey in the wheelchair. Then he grabbed me, who was lying on the ground and couldn't move. His eyes were bloodshot.

Like an enraged beast seeing its enemy.

"Helena, breaking Hailey's leg once wasn't enough for you?"

"You vile woman, are you trying to kill her?"

He threw me into a ride's seat and slammed the safety bar down on me. Before I could sit properly, the bar hit my stomach, making my entire body spasm in pain.

"Honey, I ... my belly."

"Shut up!"

Steve snapped, pressing my lips together roughly. "Try calling me 'honey' one more time!"

He ignored my hands clutching my stomach, shoved the bar down harder, and then nodded to his assistant. "Start the ride, set it to fifty cycles."

"Continuously. Don’t stop."

Part 2

"This is just a little lesson for you."

"If you hurt Hailey again, I'll kill you."

After saying this, Steve took Hailey away.

I was trapped on the drop tower, tossed around by the giant machine.

The blood poured more and more beneath me, splattered on the metal of my seat by the fierce wind.

Fifty rounds later, the blue drop tower was scarlet with blood and looked ominous under the setting sun.

For the sake of my unborn child, I used every ounce of strength I had left to try and push open the safety bar and reach my phone on the ground to call for help.

But I couldn’t move it.

The bar was locked.

The typhoon was rising.

I died in the storm under the pressure of the pressure bar called "safety."

Steve didn't think about me until after Hailey cut her finger while cooking.

When my soul awakened, I was unexpectedly in a warm home.

The home I lived in for five years was now Steve and Hailey's love nest

"Honey, I cut my finger so badly and it's bleeding a lot."

Steve panicked when he heard this.

"We need to go to the hospital for a blood transfusion right away!"

I looked at her cut; it wasn't severe, hardly enough to need a transfusion.

I guessed that even the most minor injury could seem life-threatening in a lover's eyes.

Once, I had broken my bones.

Steve granted me five days off and he did the same for the nanny.

"We can’t let Helena just sit around. She loves work, so she can cook at home for a few days!"

We discovered Hailey's type B blood was in shortage at the hospital.

"The typhoon knocked down trees, causing pile-ups on the roads. There are too many injured and we’ve run out of B-type blood."

Upon hearing the news, Hailey's attending physician, Dr. Lawson, rushed over and said bluntly, "Don't make a fuss. Miss Smith's injury does not require a blood transfusion."

Hailey’s face flushed with embarrassment.

I floated closer to look at her.

My memory seemed to have improved as a spirit, and I suddenly remembered that I had seen her somewhere before.

It wasn’t when she first met Steve, but much earlier …

My train of thought was interrupted by Steve’s raised voice.

"There's no danger now, but what if Hailey gets hurt again? What if we can’t find any matching blood in time? Her leg is already weak.”

"I nearly lost her yesterday, and it’s all because of that vile woman. I can’t risk even a one-in-a-million chance when it comes to Hailey!"

Dr. Lawson sighed, giving up the argument.

Then Steve's expression eased as if he had a sudden thought.

"Speaking of that woman, she's also B blood type."

"Go to Helena's house now, capture her, and prepare her as a blood bag for Hailey!"

Since discovering Steve and Hailey together, I have moved back into the tiny home where I lived with my parents.

It was run-down and small, but it held my happiest memories.

Steve seemed to be allergic to poverty. He started sneezing as soon as he stepped into the hallway.

He covered his mouth and nose with his sleeve, disdainfully kicking the door.

"Helena, get out!"

There was no reply, only footsteps. Impatient, he kicked open the door.

"I knew you were hiding here … "

He began, but his words trailed off.

A fierce wind swept through the room, smashing the windows. Glass was everywhere and a few terrified cats dashed in confusion.

"It's so her, playing tricks with a few cats in the room!"

"Let's go find her in the office. I wonder what she's working so hard for!"

All for you, Steve.

I felt a painful pang in my heart.

I had loved him for ten years.

Back then, a rollercoaster accident nearly shut down his amusement park. I gave up a well-paying job at another park, quit, and took over his struggling business, working through countless sleepless nights until I revived it. It became successful, eventually even opening branches overseas.

I thought that by helping him build his business, I could warm his heart just a little.

But he didn't even know that I'm allergic to cats.

Those stray cats were only seeking shelter from the storm in my room.

I followed him dazedly to the office, where someone was already waiting.

Part 3

Elios looked anxious and asked Steve, "Where is Helena? She didn't answer my phone call."

Elios was the most famous singer nowadays and my best friend.

Steve sneered, "I haven't asked you yet, where did you hide my wife?"

He pulled out his phone and opened social media, showing it to Elios.

"See for yourself. Helena just posted it, announcing her relationship with you!"

Elios stared in disbelief. Then he checked his phone, shaking his head.

"No way, I don’t see any such post here. Helena wouldn’t post something like that. Her feelings for you are sincere."

Steve scoffed, "She’s probably long tired of me! Seeing you’re popular, she likely planned to ride your fame ages ago!"

No, Elios, it's not me. I didn't do it!

My phone had fallen under the ride, soaked in blood.

I quickly leaned closer to see Steve's phone. It displayed my profile picture and my name.

It wasn't my account.

There was a tiny slash after the name.

The app didn't allow duplicate names, so it was clear someone had tampered with Steve's phone, deleted my account, and added this fake one.

Who could so quickly access Steve's phone? It didn't take much guessing.

I had no intention of resenting Hailey's actions to frame me even after my death because what hurt me more was that my husband hadn't noticed such an obvious flaw.

Of course not.

I smiled bitterly at myself.

Steve never kept our chat history. As soon as we finished talking, he deleted the conversation.

But he and Hailey's chat records must be printed out and kept as evidence of their love.

Steve looked at Elios arrogantly.

"Hand her over. I need her blood to save someone. Leave the blood and I won’t care if you two run off together as shameless adulterers!"

Elios looked visibly uneasy, ignoring Steve’s accusations.

"Finding her is what matters now. Tell me quickly, where was the last place you saw Helena? I think something’s happened to her. I’ve tried calling her for two days without an answer."

Steve replied casually, "Oh, at the airport. She said she was going to Kaldor to hide from the typhoon!"

Elios slammed the door and stormed out.

My tears uncontrollably flowed down.

Steve, Elios and I had been friends for a long time. We've never done anything wrong. Now, you think I've cheated on you just because of a message from a fake account? You're heartless, Steve.

The phone rang and Hailey’s sweet voice chimed in.

"Steve, where are you? My leg is hurting again. Dr. Lawson said we can't get the treatment I need here, so I wanted to talk to you about going abroad."

As soon as Steve heard this, he ran out without taking an umbrella.

"Hailey, don’t worry. I’m coming back right away. Once the typhoon passes, we’ll go abroad for treatment, no matter the cost. Even if I lose everything, I'll make sure your dancer's legs are healed."

I followed him coldly, a bitter laugh escaping my lips.

What a joke.

Dancer's legs.

Hailey didn’t even know how to dance!

Part 4

Steve's true love wasn’t Hailey, but Cynthia.

In the roller coaster accident five years ago, the talented dancer Cynthia tragically lost her life.

Steve hadn't been able to move on since then.

When I took over, the amusement park gradually made it through tough times.

Steve's father valued my work and kept pressuring Steve to marry me, but he always refused.

In the dead of night, Steve unexpectedly showed up at my place.

He took off his coat and pressed me against the wall, reeking of alcohol.

"Helena, the only person I've ever loved in my life is Cynthia. Anyway, they're all the same except her. So, why don't you? I'm sick of the old man's nagging."

Four years later. He gave me flowers on my birthday and often flashed me those charming smiles. I thought my struggles had finally paid off.

But then he met Hailey.

That night was Cynthia's death anniversary. He was smoking under the roller coaster when he saw someone dancing gracefully under the moonlight.

Her clumsy dance moves somehow, with the perfect timing and setting, touched the softest part of his heart.

From then on, he valued Hailey more than anything.

Hailey joined the amusement park's dance troupe and started doing simple parade dances. Then, she managed to scrape by.