On the eve of our wedding, Jack coaxed me into giving him my first time. The next morning, I painfully crawled out of his bed. Unintentionally, I overheard him chatting with his ex-girlfriend in the study. “Hey, wasn’t it thrilling to play with her in bed last night like I taught you?” “If I hadn’t told you to use a permanent marker to write ‘slut,’ ‘whore,’ and ‘bitch’ on her body while she was out of it, you wouldn’t have had such an exciting experience.” Jack replied affectionately, “You’re something else.” His ex-girlfriend whined, “You know, I’m actually a bit jealous that you’re marrying her.” Jack casually responded, “I’m just playing with her. On the wedding day, you come and crash it. I’ll leave with you, and she’ll be humiliated. Wouldn’t that be fun?” I put down my phone, neither crying nor making a scene. Instead, I booked a flight for studying abroad. The departure date was the same day as the wedding. I leaned against the door, listening to their conversation, my fingertips trembling. Emily’s tone was gleeful: “Hey, isn’t Lily supposed to be our university’s campus beauty queen? And you’ve reduced her to this state?” “You’re such a bad boy!” Jack replied nonchalantly, “Don’t say it like that. She enjoyed herself last night too.” “She chased after me for three years in college. By sleeping with her, I’m just helping her fulfill her wish.” “It’s her own fault. I only agreed to marry her, but now she’s becoming too controlling. Running away from the wedding is just to teach her a lesson.” His tone was so matter-of-fact. I felt a chill run through my body, my head spinning, almost collapsing. I had to lean against the wall to barely stand up. I didn’t know when I fell asleep last night. Or rather, when I passed out. It was my first time, and neither the preparation nor the aftercare was done properly. I touched my forehead. It was burning hot. I must have a fever. In the study, Jack spoke casually: “There’s one thing I forgot to ask. Last night was her first time, and I couldn’t hold back. I finished inside her and didn’t clean up in time.” “She’s physically weak and had a bit of a fever in the early hours. You’re a girl, you should know better how to handle this?” But Emily was dismissive: “I didn’t expect your fiancée to be such a drama queen. What’s the big deal?” “You absolutely can’t spoil her too much, or she’ll be even more difficult to deal with in the future.” I clenched my fists, holding my breath waiting for Jack’s response. He was silent for a moment, then replied, “Mm, I’ll do as you say.” I stood there stunned, suddenly feeling drained. I thought he would care about me at least a little bit. Even if it was just a tiny bit. Emily whined on the other end of the phone: “Alright, let’s not talk about your boring fiancée anymore. I want to eat breakfast from that place in New Town. Can you come over and bring me some?” Jack frowned slightly: “I should help Lily take a shower first, to wash off those words on her body before she notices.” Emily wasn’t happy: “No way! It’s more fun if she finds out!” “Oh come on, don’t worry. Even if she discovers it, she won’t dare to break up with you. Besides, she might even like being treated that way~” “Come on, I’m starving.” “Alright, you little glutton. What do you want to eat? I’ll bring it for you.” Jack hung up the phone and hurriedly left. He didn’t care at all about me, still running a fever.
After Jack left. In the bathroom, I slowly unbuttoned my white shirt. Last night, Jack pinned me down on the bed, sweet-talking me. “Are you sure you don’t want to try?” His beautiful eyes were full of deep affection. I couldn’t utter a word of refusal. So last night, I was seduced by him and foolishly rolled around with him. He held me, showing no restraint, taking me again and again. When I was barely conscious, he took out a permanent marker and held my thigh, writing on my body. I shivered at the cold sensation: “What are you writing?” He leaned down to kiss my forehead, saying softly, “Silly, of course I’m writing that I’ll love you forever.” The last button was undone. The shirt fell to the floor. I looked in the mirror, my eyes widening, my whole body trembling uncontrollably. Dirty words appeared all over my body. Last night, he carefully held me in his arms, coaxing me: “It’s my first time too, I don’t have much experience. I’m afraid I might not do it well and make you uncomfortable.” His warm breath lingered by my ear. I endured the pain and said to him: “It’s okay.” He pressed me down, using his fingertips to wipe away the tears from the corners of my eyes: “Be good, bear with it for a moment, it’ll feel good soon.” “Lily, I’m your first man, you must remember me for a lifetime.” I thought he truly loved me, that’s why he agreed to marry me. I thought when he covered my eyes and wrote those words one by one gently, he really meant he would love me forever. But in reality, he was counting the days until he could run away on our wedding day, humiliating me and turning me into a joke. In reality… there was another woman teaching him how to play with me, letting him write all sorts of dirty words on my body. Slut, whore, bitch, toilet… In my dazed state, on my lower abdomen which Jack had kissed, he even wrote word by word: “I’m a cheap whore, please use me as you wish.” … My self-esteem, which had been well-protected since childhood, disappeared in an instant at this moment. I had never felt so awful before. I leaned against the wall, taking deep breaths, my whole body shaking. I clutched my stomach, wanting to cry out loud, to scream, to smash everything around me. I wanted to rush over and confront Jack immediately, asking why he did this. I only liked him, why did he have to treat me like this? But in the end, I just numbly soaked myself in the bathtub. Those unsightly words were already very difficult to wash off. I scrubbed my body desperately with red-rimmed eyes. My skin turned red and even started bleeding, but I didn’t feel the pain. Even so, those filthy words seemed to have grown on my body. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t wash them clean. I fell into deep self-loathing. I bit my lip, hugging myself, trying hard to hold back my tears. But the tears still fell uncontrollably, splashing into the bathtub in large drops.
That day, I tried every way I could think of to clean those filthy things out of my body with my fingers. Until evening, Jack hadn’t sent me any messages. At 8 PM, Emily posted a video on Instagram. My best friend had discovered early on that Emily wasn’t a good person and told me to be more cautious. She had secretly helped me add Emily with a fake account, something neither Jack nor Emily knew about. In the video, they were playing an exciting game with a group of old classmates. Emily lost quickly and was required to choose someone for a passionate kiss. If the person she chose refused her, Emily would be punished by having to take off a piece of clothing in front of everyone. Emily walked up to Jack with a red face: “Jack, you wouldn’t let me embarrass myself, would you?” Jack looked at her, neither agreeing nor refusing. The next second, Emily took the initiative to wrap her arms around his neck, stood on her tiptoes, and kissed his lips. Jack was stunned for a moment but didn’t push her away. He closed his eyes and accepted the kiss. They kissed deeply for a long time before separating. Around them were the teasing cheers of the crowd. Emily laughed: “My lipstick left a mark on your lips. I hope your fiancée won’t get jealous enough to break up with you.” Jack belatedly wiped his lips, his voice soft but firm: “You’re overthinking it. How could she bear to break up with me?” I suddenly felt nauseous and ran to the bathroom, vomiting for a long time. … That day, because of my fever, I curled up on the couch, drifting in and out of sleep until midnight. I don’t know when Jack came back. The living room light came on. I was covered in cold sweat, unable to gather the strength to get up for a long time. The next second, I heard Jack’s panicked footsteps: “Lily, why are you so hot?” I wanted to open my eyes, but I found that even moving a finger was extremely difficult. After that, I lost consciousness. The next morning, I woke up in the hospital. Jack was holding my hand, with faint dark circles under his eyes, as if he had stayed up all night watching over me. Seeing me awake, he first looked delighted, then sighed: “How can you be so careless about taking care of yourself? What would you do without me?” “You’re very weak now. The doctor said you need to eat more.” “Look, I specially bought you food from your favorite restaurant.” He deliberately lowered his voice to threaten me: “I queued for a long time to buy this for you. You better eat more, or you’ll be in for it tonight.” I turned over and said, “I don’t want to eat.” He became a bit nervous: “What’s wrong, darling? Are you feeling unwell somewhere?” I interrupted him: “Get out, I want to be alone for a while.” Jack helplessly stroked my head: “Are you angry that I didn’t accompany you yesterday?” “Baby, I’m sorry. I just wanted to marry you sooner, so I was busy planning our wedding yesterday. I want to give you the most perfect wedding.” “I’m sorry I didn’t notice you were sick. I’ll make it up to you in the future, please forgive me.” I bit my lip, holding back tears. Liar. How could he tell lies so calmly? Jack said worriedly: “I know you don’t have an appetite, but please eat a little. Come on, I’ll feed you.” I avoided him and pushed his hand away forcefully. He couldn’t hold it steady, and the bowl fell to the ground, breaking with a jarring sound. He was stunned and said angrily: “What are you throwing a tantrum about now? Is it because of those words I left on your body last night?” I looked at him without saying anything. He continued: “Stop making a fuss. Isn’t it normal for couples to play like this?” “Why are you being so sensitive now? Can’t you even handle this? Look at Emily, she never throws tantrums like you!” Hearing the name “Emily,” I couldn’t hold back anymore, and tears flowed uncontrollably. He was stunned for a moment, hurriedly wiping my tears: “You’re so grown up now, why are you still crying so easily.” “Alright baby, I’m sorry, it’s my fault. Your husband was wrong. I’ll never do it again, okay?” I threw a pillow at him hard: “Get out! I don’t want to see you!” Jack’s head was hit by the pillow, and he gradually lost patience in comforting me. He looked at me disappointedly, as if looking at an unreasonable child. “Fine, I’m leaving.” “You’re an adult now. You can’t throw tantrums like a child anymore.” “I hope when I see you tomorrow, you’ll have calmed down on your own.” After saying this, he left. I felt a lump in my throat, unable to breathe properly. From then on, I shut myself away. Until a week later, when I walked to the bathroom and saw my haggard reflection in the mirror, I was stunned. My eyelids were swollen, with dark circles under my eyes, and bloodshot eyes that couldn’t be hidden. In just a few days, I looked completely different from the once youthful and beautiful me. Looking in the mirror, I questioned myself, how did I end up like this? I angrily took off my clothes, walked into the shower, and scrubbed my body vigorously. I put on a sexy red dress like I used to, applied beautiful makeup, not missing even a single strand of hair. As I was about to go out, I received a call from my academic advisor. She had always taken good care of me and admired my talent in art design. Now, her tone was serious: “Lily, I’m calling to confirm one more time. You received an offer from that French university you applied to for your Ph.D. Are you really going to give it up because of marriage?” “The professor there thinks highly of you. Are you sure you want to give up your future to stay in the country and get married?” When I was in college, I had been preparing for studying abroad for my master’s degree, spending day and night in the library. But when I finally won Jack over, I started to waver. Jack was the student union president at that time, cold and proud, from a wealthy family. I would be secretly happy if I could talk to him once a week. When we were dating, it was mostly me taking the initiative. Sometimes if I didn’t take the initiative to message him, he might not even think of chatting with me. I put in a lot of effort, trying hard to maintain our relationship. Later, when we finally reached the stage of talking about marriage, I became even more reluctant to leave. But now… I bit my lip, gripped the phone tightly, and said decisively: “Professor, I’ll go!” My advisor’s excited voice came from the other end of the phone: That’s great, you’ve finally come to your senses. That day, I talked with my advisor for a very long time, confirming the time for going abroad and future plans. After hanging up the phone, I immediately booked a flight ticket for going abroad. The departure date was the same day as the wedding. I gritted my teeth and told myself, Lily, you have to be strong. Since Jack wants to run away from the wedding and humiliate me, Why don’t I take the first step to run away from the wedding and turn him into a joke?
In the following days, I kept everything from Jack, applying for a passport and visa, preparing for studying abroad. Because I was so busy, I had almost forgotten about Jack’s affairs. Five days before the wedding countdown, when Jack suddenly said he wanted to take me to meet his parents, I was a bit stunned. In the past, when Jack said he wanted to take me to meet his parents, I was so nervous that I couldn’t sleep all night, constantly worrying about whether they would like me or not. I even dragged my best friend to the mall for a whole day to choose what to wear when meeting his parents. But now, I found that I didn’t care as much as I had imagined. I shook my head and said, “I don’t want to go.” He grabbed my hand: “Lily, be good, don’t make a fuss. This was planned long ago.” “Although my parents don’t interfere with my love life, only if they approve of you can we have a proper wedding.” “Don’t you want to receive my parents’ blessings?” Not wanting Jack to notice my intention to run away from the wedding, I nodded half-heartedly. When I was dragged by Jack to his parents’ house. Jack knocked on the door for a long time. Emily opened the door. She was wearing pajamas and slippers, casual as if this was her home. I was stunned, my palms turning cold. Jack looked at her, his voice gentle: “Why are you here?” Emily naturally took the gifts we had bought for Jack’s parents: “You’re being too distant. We’ve grown up together since childhood, of course I should come to see what kind of girl your fiancée is!” She looked at me, pretending to be surprised: “Isn’t this the campus beauty queen from our school? Did she fall for you so easily?” “How long have you been chasing her? A year? A month?” Jack said softly, “Not necessary.” Emily suddenly burst out laughing. She held Jack’s hand and said, “Alright, let’s not talk about her. Uncle and Auntie have been missing you so much.” Emily linked arms with Jack and went to greet his parents. It was as if she was Jack’s fiancée. And I was like a mistress peeking at their happiness. Every time I tried to speak, Emily would eagerly interrupt me. I was left out in the cold, not knowing whether to stand or sit. At the dinner table, Emily naturally sat next to Jack. She casually arranged for me: “Hey you, find a seat yourself.” The only seat left was far away from Jack. Jack didn’t notice my awkwardness, chatting and laughing with Emily. In the past, I would definitely have made a scene. But now, looking at him like this, I suddenly felt it was pointless and didn’t want to say a word. During the meal, Jack’s parents complimented me on my looks. Emily unhappily said: “Lily was our school’s campus beauty queen in college… When she was in class, quite a few guys would stare at her chest.” Jack’s expression gradually became unpleasant. He chuckled lightly: “What kind of campus beauty queen is she? At home, she just wears T-shirts and sweatshirts, with her hair in a messy bun. She gets tanned every summer, and any random person on the street looks better than her.” “She also likes to eat late-night snacks. After eating, her face swells up the next day. She keeps talking about losing weight while continuing to eat. How is that like a beauty at all?” “If her former admirers knew what she’s really like, their illusions would be shattered.” While saying these things, he lazily leaned back in his chair, slowly peeling shrimp. After peeling, he naturally put the shrimp in Emily’s bowl. Emily held the bowl, smiling and saying: “Why are you giving it to me? Your fiancée is right here.” The others at the table seemed to remember something and started observing my expression. Before I could speak, Emily spoke first. She was grinning. “Sister-in-law, why do you look so unhappy?” “Are you angry that Jack peeled shrimp for me?” “Don’t misunderstand, sister-in-law. I’ve known him since we were kids. Jack is very caring and has been peeling shrimp for me since we were little. We’re used to it.” After saying this, she affectionately put her arm around Jack’s neck: “Isn’t that right?” I clenched my hands. Jack had never peeled shrimp for me. Once during a date, I had my nails done and couldn’t peel shrimp easily. So I acted coquettishly, asking him to peel shrimp for me just once. But he frowned and refused without hesitation: “Lily, you know I never like peeling shrimp.” After that, I never asked again, even reflecting on whether I was being too demanding. But it turns out, he would willingly and without complaint peel shrimp for someone else. Jack noticed my unhappy expression and gave me a slightly reproachful look: “Lily, Emily has never peeled shrimp herself since she was little. Don’t compare yourself to her.” Where Jack couldn’t see, Emily gave me a challenging smile. I held back tears: “I haven’t said anything yet, why are you in such a hurry?” Jack’s expression became unnatural: “This is just a small matter, don’t make a fuss.” “Since you think I’m making a fuss, I’ll leave then.” Jack gripped my wrist: “Lily, don’t make a scene.” “Do you have to make things so ugly?” I pushed his hand away: “The one making things ugly is you.” Emily sat there, her eyes slightly red, saying: “Did I make Lily angry?” Jack sighed lightly: “Emily, you didn’t do anything wrong, no need to apologize.” “Lily, you’ve made such a big deal out of this. Emily didn’t even mind, when will you learn to be as sensible as her?” My eyes heated up, and I couldn’t hold back anymore: “If she’s so sensible, why don’t you marry her!” Jack frowned: “What nonsense are you talking about now?” I shook him off and turned to leave. Jack quickly tried to follow. But Emily held onto the hem of his shirt from behind: “Jack, come back.” “You men are so stupid, you don’t understand women at all.” “At a time like this, you shouldn’t follow her. You’ll only make things worse. Women just need some time to calm down on their own.” Jack listened to her words and stood still, looking at me, and really didn’t follow. Sometimes, I really wonder if he’s Emily’s puppet. If Emily says something, will he always listen?
🌟 Continue the story here 👉🏻 📲 Download the “NovelMaster” app 🔍 search for “295618”, and watch the full series ✨! #NovelMaster #现实主义Realistic #重生Reborn
Leave a Reply