Ex-husband's Sweet Trap

She cut open the expensive white shirt and revealed the bleeding wound beneath. Luz's heart tightened when she saw the wound. It was mere inches from the heart. If it had it the heart, Henry would have been dead.

"There's no anaesthesia here. This is going to hurt."

She sniffed. She wasn't sure if he heard her.

"I'm a man."

Henry's eyes were closed in exhaustion, but he still answered her. This pain was nothing compared to the pain he had been feeling these seven years.

He was about to lose consciousness due to the pain and loss of blood but still, he wanted to show her manly demeanour. She tried her best to put on a smile, but it looked more like a grimace. "Maybe I'll take my revenge here while I'm at it."

Whether it was seven years ago or a few days ago, he always made her feel uncomfortable.

Henry kept quiet. He raised his eyelids and glanced at her. His pale lips were still sexy. "Try it."

Luz pressed her lips together and looked at the sky to calm herself down so that her hands would stop trembling.

The sharp knife cut through his skin quickly and smoothly. She knew that this was the best course of action to minimize the pain and damage to his muscles.

Without a suction, the bright red blood flowed freely from the wound and dripped from the knife. Her hands and clothes were covered with the same warm substance, burning the ice wall she had put up around her heart.

The bullet's diameter was very small, but without professional equipment, it was much more difficult to cut open the wound. It was no different from the primitive medical practice of bloodletting.

In just two or three minutes, there was already a layer of sweat on her forehead. She had only worked as an intern in the hospital for half a year, and she didn't even have a doctor's license. Every time she pressed the knife into his skin, her heart trembled with fear, but her rationale was forcing her to stay calm.

The tip of the knife touched the bullet. She took a deep breath and said, "Henry, I'm going to take the bullet."

"Okay."

breathing was weak. He placed his hand on her

twisted the tip of the knife with a sudden and powerful movement, and then took out the bullet with two fingers. She could feel his muscles contract when she reached into the open wound. She

"Henry, are you okay?"

she held Henry's face in her hands, trying to make

taught how to

as if he could die at any time. Henry said this in a low voice, and

"Henry!"

pulse to make sure that his heart was still beating at a normal rate, then tore her skirt into strips

was done with her work, she was almost worn out with fear and exhaustion. She moved Henry into her arms carefully so

out. Without blood-clotting medicine, his wound would bleed out every time he moved. It

the night

them. The police would

trembling man in her arms and quietly took off her ripped jacket to

thin dress with the sleeveless design made

"Put it back on."

who had been unconscious for two or three hours, opened his

don't have any anti-inflammatory drugs now. Your wound may get infected easily, and if you catch a

without thinking, but was stopped by

"No."

one in danger

the tiny movement pulled at the wound on his back. His breath

Don't move, otherwise, you'll

"Hold me tight."

another way to keep her warm. Luz did not hesitate this time. She wrapped her arms

in exhaustion. Unbeknownst to them, Lucas and Mia were almost out of their mind with worry while looking for

you found them? Do you think something bad had happened

face was full of anxiety. She thought she had heard gunshots when she was falling. It might