The snow was heavy. I turned to look at his figure which had already become a black dot, with snowflakes blocking my mouth and nose.
Tears fell from my eyes once again.
He probably never knew that I had a congenital heart disease and that I didn't know how to survive in the wilderness.
When the second batch of rescuers arrived, a whole hour had passed.
Rescuing in heavy snow was not an easy task, and it took the search and rescue team a long time to find me.
Keith Shepherd came with the search and rescue team, and he even brought a police dog.
But the wind and snow were so strong, and even the police dog couldn't find my location.
I had already frozen in the snowdrift, mixed with the ice and snow. It made sense.
I saw Keith getting angry because he couldn't find me, and he called Dale again and again, and the busy tone almost made him smash his phone.
Finally, when Keith made the twentieth call, Dale answered.
"You saw Estelle, right? Why didn't you bring her out?"
"She will be fine. Maybe she's hiding and playing with you. She loves these boring games."
Dale sneered. My death became a joke in his mouth.
At that time, I had a heart attack, and the first time I called him to beg him to take me to the hospital, he ignored me, saying that I lied about having heart disease.
He came back the next day. It was Keith who took me to the hospital to get the medicine, and thanks to him, I recovered.
But Dale had no idea. He sneered at me for lying and deceiving him, and he still believed so until now.
Keith's voice, filled with a hint of anger, interrupted my thoughts.
"Games? Dale, Estelle is buried in the snow while pregnant. Would she joke about this with you?"
"Enough. Keith, maybe Estelle has already walked out of the snow."
Dale's indifferent tone shocked me. It turned out that my years of efforts were nothing in his eyes.
"Don't call me if there's nothing important."
There was a hint of reproach in Dale's tone. It seemed that I was some disgusting stolen goods in his eyes.
My heart was like shattered glass, broken into pieces gradually.
I took great care of him for years, but he still couldn't see what kind of person I was.
As far as he was concerned, I was disgusting, and he just couldn't get rid of me whatsoever. He never believed what I said, not even what my family said.
I reached out and touched my cheeks only to find that my eyes were filled with tears at some point.