All Chapters of My Husband Threw Me into a Basement Flooded With Seawater... For His First Love?!: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I shuddered as the rope tightened over my wrists and legs.“Terence, I swear I didn’t ignore Sadie on purpose! You have to trust me. Please!”“Trust you?” Terence’s hand holding the rope paused.I nodded fiercely, tears streaming down my face.“Eight times!” He pinched my chin. "Sadie called you eight times, and you ignored every call! You didn’t even call her an ambulance! How do you expect me to believe you?!”His eyes flashed red with anger, and I felt my chest constrict.The typhoon made landfall in our city two days ago, and the emergency center where I worked had received countless calls.One number had called multiple times, but nobody was on the other end when we picked up.At first, I thought I was talking to an asthma patient who had experienced an attack due to the extreme weather, so I patiently waited for them to collect themselves and speak.“It’s alright if you can’t talk. If you need an ambulance, just knock twice on anything around you, and I’ll call one.”Th

It was four days later when I woke up again. My left hand was in a cast, and all my wounds were dressed. The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was Terence and his angry gaze. Beside him stood Sadie, her eyes red and pitiful. Seeing that I had woken up, Terence stepped toward me and questioned, “Why are you lying to the internet about what happened?” He did not ask about my wounds at all. I was beyond confused. “What are you talking about?” Terence tossed his phone at me. “Quit playing dumb.”I took the phone and saw a post made at midnight: [Please Do Not Prank Call the Emergency Hotline.]The entire post was written from ‘my’ point of view, complaining about how Sadie deliberately stayed silent on call to wrongfully occupy the emergency hotline.It was an emotional post, and it was trending thanks to furious netizens reposting it and filling the comments section with comments taking ‘my’ side. Some netizens even found Sadie’s personal information and doxxed her

Once the reporters saw me, they turned to shove their microphones in my face instead. “Miss Snyder, is Ms. Walsh telling the truth? Did you really mock her?”“Of course not—”“She did.” A text-to-speech generated voice rang out. It was Sadie.She looked at me, then began to type on her phone. The automated voice continued, “I didn’t want to tell the whole world at first, but the harassment was becoming too much. I had to get the truth out there.”Terence stepped forward in agreement. “Sadie is right. I may be Melinda’s husband, but I don't agree with what she did that day.”He grabbed my wrist and shoved me forward. “Melinda, you should take this chance to apologize to Sadie in front of everyone today.”“Apologize?” I looked at Sadie and asked coldly, “Do you think you deserve my apology?”Sadie looked uneasy and began to type, “I don’t know why you mocked me and lied on the internet, Mel, but I want to believe that you didn’t do it to hurt me.“If you don’t want to apologize

Terence grabbed my hand and whispered, “No! No, Melinda. No! I don’t want to get divorced.“Granny will be alright, Melinda. She loves me, and she’s so nice to me. S-she won’t want us to get divorced." He was practically kneeling before me. "Please don’t talk about divorce! Please…”My heart clenched. Granny only liked Terence because I did. She did not want me to be alone after she died, so she treated Terence like her own grandson, hoping he would continue to love me and care for me. I bit my lip. My lungs felt like they were filled with cotton, and I felt like a knife was being twisted in my chest. “Please leave us alone, Terence…”His complexion was pale. He tried to reach for my hand, but I swatted it away. “Don’t touch me. You’re dirty.” Hatred burned in my eyes. Terence’s lips wobbled, and his eyes were red-rimmed. He stared at me for a long while. “I’m sorry, Melinda. I’m sorry… I really am.”Terence paused for a while, regret painting his eyes. “I hated that Sadie

Time flew by, and before I knew it, three years had passed.Since that whole fiasco, I had quit my job and opened a bookstore with my savings. Granny was also recovering well.Unfortunately, Terence found me again. That night, I had closed up the bookstore and was on the way home when I saw a familiar silhouette under my apartment. “Melinda.” Terence looked at me longingly, a large bouquet of roses in his hand. He had lost a lot of weight these past three years, making his features look even sharper on his pale face. “It’s been a while.” I did not like the anticipation in his eyes. “You should know you’re the last person I want to see.” He continued to look at me.He looked especially lonely under the pale moonlight. I turned to walk away, only for him to grab my wrist. His eyes were downturned as he started to tell his story. “I kept thinking about what we had when I was in prison, and I can’t forget about how you stood in front of me when that guy hurled the beer