The Countdown to My Death
Language: en
Three years into this "transmigration," I discovered a helicopter in the mansion courtyard. My husband, Mr. Arthur Stone, looking at my crippled leg, finally dropped the act: "Three years ago, you couldn't accept me marrying Annabelle; you became my mistress." "So we tricked you into 'transmigrating,' keeping you confined here. After three years as a servant and a concubine, you've finally learned your lesson." I was incredulous. Beside me, the butler peeled off his prosthetic face, revealing my own brother, Timmy. "Sis, now that Annabelle has safely given birth, you can go back." "Julian,…