My husband, Ethan Stone, has abilities that are genetically enhanced. I once saved his life, and since then, he’s been obsessed with me. For three years, he pursued me relentlessly. In his desperation, he even ran his car into my childhood boyfriend, Mark Dawson, leaving him crippled. Then, he threatened to kill my family if I didn’t marry him. Now, after seven years of marriage, Ethan’s obsession has only intensified. He implanted a tracking chip in me to keep tabs on my every move, stripping me of any freedom. Despite this, he showers me with a twisted kind of love, always trying to give me whatever I want. One time, during an argument, his mother, Loretta Stone, pointed a finger at me, and Ethan broke her finger without hesitation. Another time, when his sister Diana’s kids interrupted my nap, he kicked them out, cutting off all ties with them. When I refused to give him a child with his enhanced genes, he poured his fortune into developing gene-editing tech to create a “perfect baby” that I would agree to carry. Then one day, I found out I was pregnant. Just as the news sank in, Loretta stormed into Stone Manor with her friends. She accused me of cheating, claiming I was pregnant with another man’s child. As I tried to defend myself, they beat me until I lost my baby. Just as I was about to pass out, Ethan arrived. Loretta waved a fake video in front of him, grinning as she said, “Son, your wife’s unfaithful! She’s carrying another man’s child! Look at this proof!” 1 Staring at the two pink lines on the pregnancy test, I was deep in thought. Ethan and I had been together for nearly a decade. Now, with a baby on the way, maybe it was time to give in. He might be a madman, but I was the one holding the reins. With that thought, I snapped a picture of the test and sent it to Ethan, who was out of town on business. Minutes later, I heard shouting from downstairs. Peering out the window, I saw her—Loretta Stone, my mother-in-law, whom I hadn’t seen in ages. She marched toward the house, a group of gray-haired friends trailing behind her, murmuring. “What a disgrace to the family!” “Ladies, if it weren’t serious, would we be exposing such shame?” “I don’t care if it ruins my reputation today. I’ll tear that cheating witch apart!” I listened for a moment before losing interest. Ever since Ethan married me, Loretta had believed I “stole” her son. Her bitterness lingered until Ethan finally snapped and kicked her out after breaking her finger. Our relationship was toxic. Moments later, the doorbell rang. Glancing at the clock, I thought, It’s only 9 a.m. Why is Mrs. Peggy Hayes, the housekeeper, here so early? Confused, I opened the door—and Loretta barged in with her gang. Loretta raised her crooked finger at me and yelled, “Look, everyone—there’s the evil daughter-in-law! She convinced my son to break my finger right after their marriage!” “And she kicked me and my grandson out of the house, cutting ties with us!” I raised an eyebrow and told her, “This is my home. Leave, all of you.” But before I could shut the door, Loretta slapped me across the face. “You ungrateful little tramp! My son gave you everything, and you go around cheating on him, making a fool of him!” A sharp sting spread across my face. Since marrying Ethan, even a tiny push would send him into a rage, and if he knew Loretta hit me, she’d be lucky to walk away unharmed. To avoid a family disaster, I bit back my anger and said, “Leave now, and I’ll pretend this never happened.” Ethan was gentle with me, but ruthless to anyone else. Loretta, however, didn’t back down. She yanked my hair, hissing, “Nervous, are you? If you had the guts to cheat, then you better be ready to face the consequences.” I freed myself, glaring at her. “Accusing me of cheating? Do you remember how your finger got broken?” 2 Ethan’s need for control was extreme. After we married, he implanted a GPS tracker in me to monitor my every move. There wasn’t a single person around me, yet she accused me of cheating. It was ridiculous. I thought reminding her about her finger might make Loretta back off, but instead, she slapped me again. “Oh, still playing innocent! Why don’t you get an acting job with that talent?” “You think I came here without proof?” she spat, pulling out her phone and opening a video. On the screen, a scantily dressed woman kissed a man before he pinned her down. The video was graphic, and the woman looked just like me. Loretta’s friends chimed in, “Absolutely shameful! In the old days, they’d drown women like her!” “If she were my daughter-in-law, I’d beat her right now!” “What a disgrace—acting so sweet when she’s actually trash.” Hearing their insults, anger boiled inside me. I’d never faced such humiliation. That video was clearly a deepfake, but explaining it to this crowd of elderly women felt pointless. I pulled out my phone to call Ethan. This was his mother, and he should handle her however he wanted. But Loretta snatched my phone and smashed it to pieces before I could dial. “You think I won’t handle you if Ethan finds out? Watch me,” she sneered. I squared my shoulders. “Your actions today are criminal. This is your last chance to leave.” Her friends laughed, mocking, “Look at her—cheating and acting so bold!” “Exactly! Show her who’s boss, Loretta. Put this tramp in her place.” Encouraged by her friends, Loretta kicked one of the antique oak chairs Ethan had bought me, splitting it in two. “You’re only here because of my son. Without him, you’d be living in some slum. Don’t you dare tell me to leave!” The women cheered her on, calling her bold and strong. They began smashing the rest of the chairs, following her lead. The whole set was a gift from Ethan, one he had bought at an outrageous price to make me happy. One of them grabbed a Tiffany lamp off the table, ready to smash it. “That’s an antique worth two million,” I warned her calmly. Hesitating, she glanced at Loretta, who walked up and smashed it to pieces. “Everything here is my son’s,” she declared. “Destroy whatever you want, ladies—let this tramp know her place.” With that, they tore through the house, breaking everything they could find. I watched, unflinching, knowing each broken piece would serve as evidence when they faced justice. Then one of the women nudged Loretta, saying, “Look, she’s glaring at you!” “Everything she has is thanks to your son’s money. Breaking it won’t teach her anything. You need to teach her a lesson,” she hissed. Loretta’s eyes gleamed with malice. She marched toward me. Outnumbered, I knew I couldn’t fight them all. I bolted for the door, but Loretta grabbed me, yanking me back. Pain shot through my knee as I hit the floor, unable to move. 3 Loretta pressed her heel into my thigh, grinding down hard. Pain shot through me, and a scream escaped my lips. “Oh, you weak little witch,” she sneered. “You’re acting all fragile now? I barely touched you, and you’re already crying out. Who’s this for?” I glared back at her coldly. “Loretta Stone, you’re going to regret everything you’ve done today.” “Still talking back? Well, now I’m going to teach you how a real daughter-in-law behaves!” she snarled. From the day I married Ethan, she’d been itching to lay down “rules,” even giving me a list of chores. She wanted me to wash her clothes, massage her feet—the whole nine yards. Apparently, Ethan’s grandmother had treated her the same way, and she was eager to pass it on. After all, no one knows how to torment a woman like another woman. But she forgot who she was dealing with. I didn’t marry Ethan by choice, and he was a man with power—power he wouldn’t hesitate to use. I had forgotten who I was dealing with. Marrying Ethan wasn’t my choice, and he wielded power—power he didn’t hesitate to flaunt. In front of me, Ethan ripped apart her list, shouting her down. Ever since, she had harbored a deep hatred for me, unable to confront him with her anger. Today, she finally had her moment. Loretta called one of her friends to fetch a basin of water from the bathroom. Grabbing my hair, she lowered her voice, her chilling tone sending shivers down my spine. “Back in the day, women like you would be locked away for cheating. Today, you’re going to experience that feeling.” Without warning, she shoved my head into the icy water. The cold engulfed me, filling my nose and mouth. Panic surged as I struggled to breathe. I thrashed, trying to escape her grip, but she held on tightly. Just as I felt myself slipping away, Loretta yanked me up, and I gasped for air, my face and clothes drenched, completely humiliated. “You think you can waltz around my son’s house like you own it?” she spat. “He works hard to provide for you, and you treat him like a servant?” Once I caught my breath, I glared at her, fury coursing through me. “If that’s your plan, Loretta, you better kill me. Otherwise, you’ll regret it.” In that moment, my hatred for Ethan matched my disdain for her. If he hadn’t forced me into this marriage, I wouldn’t be enduring this abuse. Loretta’s expression twisted with anger, and she slapped me so hard that blood dripped from my lip. “Oh, still talking back? I’m not finished yet.” She shoved my head back into the water, holding me there longer, pushing me to my limits. With each time she forced my head under, I felt my strength fading, my body losing the will to fight. Finally, one of the women hesitated. “Loretta, maybe that’s enough. We don’t want her dead here.” “Right,” another murmured. “This isn’t the old days. We’d all end up in jail.” More voices joined in, convincing her to stop. Loretta finally released me, shoving me to the floor, soaked and gasping for breath. “Consider this a warning,” she spat, watching me like a hawk. “Once Ethan knows what you’ve done, he’ll deal with you himself!” I lay there, exhausted but victorious, knowing that when Ethan returned, she’d have to plead for mercy—and I wouldn’t give her any. Just then, one of her friends emerged from the bathroom, holding something—my pregnancy test. She handed it to Loretta, who stared in shock. “Look at that,” Loretta sneered. She kicked me in the stomach, and I instinctively doubled over, wrapping my arms around my belly. “You little tramp! You’re carrying another man’s child?” Panicking, I managed to say, “This isn’t some other man’s child—it’s Ethan’s!” “Shut up!” she yelled, her rage unyielding. “You think you can fool me? I know you didn’t want to have his baby! You made him get a vasectomy!” She pointed a finger at me. “You’re trying to cut off my son’s family line!” When Ethan and I first got married, he refused to use protection, insisting we be “one in every way.” I bought boxes of birth control, making it clear if he touched me, I’d take a pill every time. I didn’t want a child with his “enhanced genes.” Eventually, he relented and had a vasectomy. Loretta’s friends gasped in horror. To them, family lineage meant everything. “This woman is pure evil,” one whispered. “She’s ruined his bloodline and expects him to raise another man’s child.” “In my day, we wouldn’t let that child see the light of day,” another muttered. Loretta’s eyes darkened with determination. “You’re right. I’ll handle this myself, right now.” Fear gripped me, and I tried to reason with her. “Loretta, please, this really is Ethan’s child. His company developed genetic technology to ensure the baby would be healthy.” “Right, you think I’ll fall for that? You’ve got him so hooked he’d believe anything. But I’m his mother, and I won’t let him be humiliated.” With that, she slammed her foot into my stomach. Pain shot through me as I crumpled. “Please, Loretta…he’s your grandchild…” I gasped, my voice barely a whisper.
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