The Return Of Adam Cole; Son of the soil.

"Tracy, don’t tell me you’re feeding me this poison. That’s murdering!”

In the bedroom, Adam Cole swallowed hard, his voice cracked.

Paralysis had locked his body from the neck down.

He was slumped against the bedframe held upright only by a torn blanket jammed behind his back.

His eyes widened in shock as he stared at the small bottle in front of him. A skull icon and red diamond hazard symbol glared back at him.

Adam recognized the biochemical toxin at once. He had seen it on the news before, and there was no way he could be mistaken.

Even one drop could kill him in minutes. Adam’s heart pounded, fast and uneven.

By the bedside stood a stunning woman with a graceful figure and breathtaking beauty.

Leaning intimately into the arms of a young man, a mischievous smile played on her lips.

That woman was his wife, Tracy.

“Don’t put it so harshly,” Tracy said, putting on a show of hurt.

Then the corners of her lips curled into a mocking smile.

“I’m just doing you a favor, helping trash like you find relief, so you can suffer less, die sooner, and crawl back to hell.”

“Why?!”

Seething with rage and pain, Adam growled.

His eyes locked onto the woman speaking such vicious words.

Yet he couldn’t move even a single finger.

He had once been an Uber driver, working tirelessly just to give Tracy a better life.

But half a year ago, a sudden car accident left him paralyzed from the neck down.

For the months after that, Tracy vanished without a trace, abandoning him completely.

Then, not long ago, his bank account received the accident compensation payout, and Tracy suddenly reappeared.

And to his utter shock, even when the doctors said surgery could still give him a chance to recover, Tracy had it canceled.

She then drove away the volunteer caregiver who had been taking care of his daily needs all this time.

And now, she had brought another man with her—here to poison him to death with her own hands?!

“Don’t you know? Marrying trash like you is the greatest shame of my life.”

Ignoring the turmoil in Adam’s eyes, Tracy said coldly, disgust twisted her mouth.

“I might as well tell you the truth,” she went on, her lips curling up.

“That car accident? Well, it was no accident at all. I drugged your coffee that morning.”

“W—what?!” Adam gasped in disbelief.

“You wonder why?” Chuckling, she continued, “Well, that was because before the accident, I had already taken out a massive life insurance policy on you.”

Hearing that, Adam’s pupils shrank violently.

His face drained of color, and for a split second he thought he must be hallucinating.

“It would have been so much easier if you had died back then.” Tracy shook her head, regret thick in her voice

“God, how I hated pretending to be relieved when the doctor said you survived and a surgery might restore your mobility.”

“If it weren’t for the accident compensation, do you really think I’d have let you live this long?” Tracy sneered.

Her flame-red lips moved with every word, each one plunging Adam deeper into icy despair.

“Are you insane? Murdering me, your husband, for insurance money and compensation?!”

Adam let out a bitter laugh, unable to tear his gaze away from the woman he had loved with everything he had.

“I drove Uber day and night, worked myself to the bone just to give you a better life....and you were plotting my death the whole time?!”