Remarriage Failed Again Today

They didn’t know how long they’d been running, but a faint light finally appeared at the mouth of the tunnel.

The exit!

The sight spurred them on, and the four of them scrambled toward it in a mad dash.

Outside the tunnel, the sun shone brightly on a coastline.

But just as they scrambled out, the entire tunnel that had just trapped them collapsed with a loud CRASH.

The shockwave sent Annabelle and the others tumbling to the ground.

Fortunately, they were okay. Seeing Annabelle fall, Leona Grant immediately rushed over to help her up. "Annabelle Linton, are you all right?"

Annabelle had scraped her forehead, and blood was trickling down.

Leona Grant grew anxious at the sight of her blood. "Are you okay? Does it hurt?"

Annabelle touched the blood on her forehead. Its dark color suggested the cut was deep.

She wiped the blood away, then rose to her feet and said grimly, "I’m fine. We need to find a way off this island. It’s going to sink."

Her words reminded Leona Grant of the note they’d found: the island would be submerged in two hours.

"Don’t worry. We called for help just as we got out," Nathaniel Locke said calmly.

Annabelle had a phone in her bag, which they had managed to grab on their way out.

This was the other side of the island, and by a stroke of luck, they had a signal. Nathaniel Locke had called for help, and rescue was expected to arrive within the hour.

Over forty minutes had already passed, so help should be arriving soon.

Annabelle breathed a sigh of relief, but her mind quickly latched onto another problem.

"Where did that black bear come from?"

"This place is full of predators. What if a person shows up now, too? We need to be ready for anything."

The three men froze for a second before her words sank in.

They immediately saw Annabelle in a new light, impressed by her sharp attention to detail.

Xylas Shepherd patted his chest, giving Annabelle a reassuring look. "Don’t worry. We ran into the bear when we were heading back into the tunnel to find you. There probably aren’t any monsters right here. You can relax."

HISSS—

A snake was closing in on Leona Grant, its head already reared to strike.

Nathaniel and Xylas were facing the sea, and Leona Grant stood opposite Annabelle. No one else noticed the approaching snake—only Annabelle saw it.

HISSS—

"Look out!"

The instant the snake lunged at Leona Grant, Annabelle shoved him hard out of the way. The snake sank its fangs into her leg instead.

Then, before anyone could react, the snake slithered away at lightning speed.

The color drained from Annabelle’s lips instantly. A wave of weakness washed over her, and she crumpled to the ground.

Leona Grant stumbled forward from Annabelle’s forceful shove. When he looked back, he saw her lips were already turning purple.

’He never expected it. Annabelle had saved him!’

"Annabelle!"

Leona Grant ran over.

The other two men also rushed over. "Annabelle!"

It was clearly a venomous snake. Annabelle’s face grew progressively paler, and sweat beaded on her forehead.

Biting her lip, she pulled a lighter and a Swiss Army knife from her bag and threw them onto the sand. "Sterilize this!"

Leona Grant froze for a moment before quickly flicking the lighter and holding the knife blade in the flame.

Annabelle ripped off a piece of her dress, tied it tightly above the bite, and squeezed the wound hard.

Then, without a shred of hesitation, she took the sterilized knife from Leona Grant’s hand, plunged it into her own leg, and twisted the blade, carving out the flesh around the bite.

Fresh blood sprayed everywhere, spattering the others.

Dark, black blood began to pour from the wound on Annabelle’s leg.