Secretly Married for 4 Years, He Regrets to Tears After the Divorce-Chapter 202: Sarankal, Looks Like a Place Name

Chapter 202: Chapter 202: Sarankal, Looks Like a Place Name

That night, Wren Sutton lay in bed, tossing and turning. Outside, lightning occasionally flashed, illuminating her weary face in the intermittent light.

As she finally drifted into a troubled sleep, her consciousness felt as if it were being drawn by an unseen force across countless mountains and rivers to an unknown destination.

In her dream, Wren Sutton found herself standing at the edge of a dense, primeval jungle.

Unlike her previous, hazy dream, the scene around her this time was incredibly clear.

Towering ancient trees pierced the sky, vines snaked around their trunks like giant pythons, and the air was thick with the mixed aroma of damp earth and exotic flowers.

She walked forward involuntarily, passing through towering vegetation and across rushing rivers, until she finally reached a primitive village.

As if guided by some psychic connection, Wren Sutton quickened her pace and walked straight toward one of the wooden huts.

Pushing the door open, she saw Adrian Lancaster lying in a wretched state on what passed for a bed. His feet were shackled with iron chains, locked to the bedframe and impossible to break free from.

His ankles were rubbed raw and bloody, his body was gaunt, his face was pale, and his cracked lips were seeping blood.

Semi-conscious and in pain, he repeatedly murmured, "Wren Sutton... my wife..."

Wren Sutton’s heart clenched as she cried out, "Adrian Lancaster."

Just as she was about to rush over, a young woman in tribal clothing moved ahead of her, reaching Adrian Lancaster’s side first.

The woman held a bowl of dark, murky medicinal soup and began to feed it to Adrian.

"Tarn, why must you be so stubborn? My father said that as long as you’re willing to marry me and become a member of the tribe, you can be spared the fate of being a sacrifice. You might even have a chance to become the next tribal chief."

Adrian Lancaster’s voice was weak but firm. "I have a wife. I can’t marry you. My wife is waiting for me to come home."

"You can’t go back," the woman said, her tone a mixture of pity and anger. "No one can find this place. It’s cut off from the world. You’ve already paid the price for trying to escape. Do you really want to go through that again?"

Wren felt the world spin.

She finally understood the cruel choice Adrian was facing.

Either stay forever in this strange, primitive tribe and marry the chief’s daughter.

Or be offered as a sacrifice to the River God, his blood spilled on the spot.

And he had chosen a third path: to escape. The result was being captured, dragged back, and imprisoned, stripped of all freedom and dignity.

"Wren Sutton..."

His call came again, clearer than ever before, as Adrian Lancaster summoned every last bit of his strength.

Wren snapped back to reality and ran toward him, pushing past some unseen barrier.

It was only a few steps from the door to the bed, but her feet felt as if they were made of lead. Every step was a slow, agonizing struggle.

"Wren Sutton..."

"I’m here."

They finally fell into an embrace.

Feeling Adrian’s gaunt, bony frame, Wren felt her heart twist as if being stabbed.

"I finally found you. Quick, tell me where this is. I need to tell the rescue team so they can come get you."

Adrian’s breathing was ragged, too overwhelmed to speak.

Wren lowered her head and kissed him. It was as if that brought him back to life. He haltingly managed to get a few words out, "Saran... kal..." 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

"Sarankal?" Wren repeated.

’That name’s a mouthful.’

Adrian nodded. "Yes."

Wren committed the name to memory. She wanted to press him for more details, but a sudden clap of thunder split the night sky, the deafening sound yanking her consciousness back to reality.

She shot up in bed, her face streaked with tears. The warmth of Adrian from her dream seemed to still linger in the palm of her hand.

She blurted out, "Sarankal..."

Recalling the dream, Wren shivered. She immediately grabbed a pen and wrote down the name "Sarankal," terrified she would forget it.

’It sounded like a place, but more like the name of a primitive tribe.’

Regardless of the early hour, Wren grabbed her phone and dialed her mother-in-law, Claire Sterling.

Claire Sterling answered. After hearing what Wren had to say, she was stunned, her voice trembling with disbelief and excitement.

"Sarankal..."

Claire Sterling had also just woken from a dream. In it, Adrian had told her the place he was trapped was called Sarankal. She couldn’t believe Wren had dreamed of it too.

’This can’t be explained away as a coincidence. This has to be fate.’

"Wren, I won’t hide it from you... I dreamed of that place, too. Sarankal. It means Adrian is really there."

"!!!"

Wren’s shock gave way to tears of joy. It was as if the rescue team had already rushed to the place called Sarankal and would bring Adrian back to Aston by dawn.