But if it were all an accident, even a reasonable one...
I immediately grabbed my phone and dialed the police, then ran out of the villa under the cover of night.
The island was pitch black at night, and the darkness around me was terrifying.
As I ran down the road, I felt lost and helpless.
The husband I spent every day with wanted to kill me for another woman.
Who could I trust now?
I called my parents, but found their phones were turned off.
My dad has trouble sleeping, so they silence or turn off their phones before bed.
I hurriedly called my best friend Aria.
The phone rang for a long time before she answered, her voice groggy as if she had just woken up.
"Nyla, are you enjoying your trip? Sorry, I just finished a concert. I'm too exhausted to move."
Hearing the word 'concert' made my heart ache as if it were being twisted, the pain was such a persistent disease.
It was like a demon in the night, finding the perfect moment to gnaw at my wounds.
The venue I had booked was non-refundable, so I transferred it to Aria before the vacation.
On stage, she was greeted by applause from all directions, and on social media, she had become a dazzling new star.