In a desperate rush to reach my sick son, I booked a first-class flight, only for my husband's secretary to demand my ticket. "You're rich, just give it to me! I have an emergency!" she pleaded. Back home, my husband seemed understanding, urging me to rest with our feverish child. But that night, he drugged me. I awoke to an endless desert, my husband and his secretary watching from their private jet. "Chloe walked back after you abandoned her," he sneered. "Since you're so heartless, let's see how long it takes you to walk out of this desert!" He livestreamed my ordeal, but I just stared at the drone, coldly stating, "You have one hour. Come get me."
