Before I married Alexander Foster, I knew he was obsessed with his cousin. But I never imagined that when his cousin Rosalie framed me for torturing a kitten, he would send me to a psychiatric facility. In that facility, I endured endless torment. Eventually, I gave up on loving him and only wanted a divorce. The once-proud Mr. Foster regretted his actions. With tears in his eyes, he stabbed himself, begging me to love him one more time. “Alex, I swear I didn’t kill Peachy! How could I ever harm a kitten?” I collapsed on the floor, desperately clutching Alexander’s hand. Everyone glared at me with fury, as if they wanted to tear me apart. Rosalie sobbed uncontrollably, “Zoe, why did you hurt my kitten? It only scratched you by accident…” The kitten lay on the ground, its fur brutally torn off and its sapphire-like eyes gouged out, covered in blood… I shook my head repeatedly. It wasn’t me. It really wasn’t. “You’re insane. You belong in a psychiatric facility,” Alexander said coldly, looking at me with disappointment. No! No! I don’t want to go to a psychiatric facility! “No!” I screamed, jolting awake. It was… just a dream. I looked at the small dog cage confining me. How could I forget? A year ago, Alexander had sent me to this psychiatric facility. The sharp click of high heels echoed through the dark hallways of the facility, growing louder and clearer. I started shaking uncontrollably, biting my lip until it bled. It was Rosalie. She had come to torment me again. “Get out!” Several men opened the cage and dragged me out roughly. Rosalie grabbed my hair, forcing me to look up. She slapped me hard across the face several times. My cheeks stung, and I knew they were swollen without even looking. “You bitch! What did you do to make my cousin still think about you?” Rosalie screamed, choking me in her anger. “Whore! Slut! Homewrecker!” As I was about to pass out from lack of oxygen, she finally let go. “Cough! Cough!” I coughed violently, gasping for air. Without thinking, I knelt down and started apologizing, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. It’s all my fault! Please forgive me…” I kept bowing until I felt dizzy. Only then did Rosalie speak with false kindness, “Fine, Zoe. Remember to behave when you get out, understand?” I lowered my head, unable to hide the excitement in my eyes. Get out? I could leave? I could hardly believe my ears. “Alex says your birthday is coming up. He’s taking you home for a break. You know what you should and shouldn’t say, right?” Rosalie’s stiletto pressed against my head, the thin heel causing pain. “Yes, I understand! I understand!” As long as I could leave, at least I would have enough to eat and wear, and no one would beat me… When I saw Alexander again, my heart couldn’t help but flutter. After a year apart, he was still as dazzling and impressive as ever. “You’re late,” Alexander said coldly, his words as sharp as always. Rosalie ignored his cold demeanor and clung to his arm, pouting, “Oh, come on, cousin. Zoe just took a while to get ready. Don’t be mad, please?” Alexander smiled indulgently, gently tapping her nose, “Alright, alright. Whatever you say, Rosie. Let’s go home.”
I obediently followed behind them, not showing any dissatisfaction. Alexander suddenly stopped, causing me to bump into his back. Frightened, I instinctively stepped back, looking fearfully at Rosalie. Alexander frowned slightly and opened the car door. “Zoe, you sit in the front.” Hearing this, Rosalie glared at me several times. I shook my head repeatedly, “No, no, I’m fine in the back.” The air seemed to freeze. Rosalie whined about wanting to sit in the front, but this time, Alexander insisted I take the passenger seat. In the end, I gave in. I had loved him for ten years, and compromising for him had become a habit. “Your birthday party has already started. Don’t embarrass me,” Alexander said, glancing at me. “You look nice.” I clenched my fists and nodded slightly. I was wearing a white long-sleeved cocktail dress that perfectly covered the unsightly scars, with lace gloves on my hands. I turned my head, afraid to make eye contact with Alexander. I was scared of him. My gaze unconsciously fell on the car window, where a bright yellow object stood out in the somber car interior. It was the sunflower charm I had stubbornly placed in his car in the past. It was still nodding its head tirelessly, just like how I used to love Alexander without ever getting tired. I guess it was because, apart from him, no one had ever been kind to me. When I was fifteen, both my parents died. My relatives were busy fighting over the inheritance and couldn’t wait to get rid of me. Then, a divorced man twenty years older than me stroked my face and said I would be his child bride. Seventeen-year-old Alexander came to my house for business and witnessed this farce. Then he said, “If you can’t keep her, let her come to the Foster family.” Apart from his cold words, Alexander treated me well. In terms of food, clothing, and other necessities, I was no different from Rosalie. I told him I would repay him in the future. He looked at his book and chuckled, “No need. Just study hard and don’t let me see your ugly grades again.” I must have been too infatuated later, which made him dislike me. “I didn’t throw away your sunflower,” Alexander said calmly, seemingly noticing my gaze. “Thank you,” I replied. “Screech!” The car suddenly braked hard, making the tires screech against the ground. My head jerked forward unexpectedly, and I instinctively closed my eyes, but the expected pain didn’t come. It was Alexander. His well-defined hand covered my head. My head was fine, but his hand was red from the impact. I carefully observed his expression, almost wanting to shrink into the ground, “Are… are you okay?” His amber eyes flashed with anger, exuding a sense of pressure that made me afraid to breathe normally. His Adam’s apple bobbed, and he spoke with a forced smile, “Am I okay? Zoe, didn’t you always try to please me before? Why are you acting reserved now?” I nervously bit my lip, speaking softly, “No, I was just wondering what birthday gift you might give me.” This answer should satisfy him, right? Sure enough, he chuckled, “You’ll definitely like it.” His anger was really puzzling to me. In the past, I always tried to please him. To make him happy, I would go out to buy gifts for Rosalie even when I had a high fever, cook different delicious meals every day, and even learn how to be seductive in bed, sacrificing my dignity. I cherished every moment we spent together, so I always chattered non-stop, which annoyed him.
But now that I’m quiet, he’s dissatisfied again… The car started moving again, and I could feel Rosalie’s hateful gaze from behind. I was terrified. If Rosalie wasn’t happy, I would surely be beaten to death when I returned to the psychiatric facility, or maybe even torn apart by dogs… I can’t go back to that place. It would drive me insane! Divorce, divorce. If only I could get a divorce, I would be free. The birthday party was extravagant. But I couldn’t pay attention to anything else. My eyes were fixed on the food on the table. The sweet aroma wafted towards me, making my stomach growl embarrassingly and my gastric pain unbearable. All I could think about was eating. Alexander was caught up in business discussions, while Rosalie was surrounded by other socialites. No one seemed to care that it was my birthday party. I swallowed hard, my hands shaking with excitement. I started stuffing desserts into my mouth one after another, even when my mouth was too full to swallow. I kept eating, completely oblivious to the strange looks from people around me. Suddenly, piano music filled the hall. It was “The Dream of a Wedding.” My mind went blank, and my heart clenched. Almost instinctively, I fell to my knees and started kowtowing, my hands even beginning to tear at my clothes. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have seduced men…” Intense fear made my whole body tremble. I could barely distinguish between reality and illusion. In the psychiatric facility, Rosalie always played this piano piece when she tortured me. She said she had always been waiting for the day Alexander would marry her, and she would have this song played at their wedding. She said I ruined everything, that if it weren’t for me, Alexander would have been hers forever. She said this while her thin stiletto heel was pressing hard on my ankle, the intense pain penetrating to the bone. “Will you dare seduce men again, you bitch?” Rosalie’s face was distorted with anger and jealousy. In the dim light, she looked like a demon from hell. Several people violently tore off my clothes. Naked, I could only curl up into a ball as their whips mercilessly lashed down on me. It hurt so much that I shook every night. And in the psychiatric facility, “The Dream of a Wedding” played endlessly, day and night, completely drowning out my screams. No one came to save me. Suddenly, someone yanked me up forcefully. It was Alexander. He frowned, his eyes full of anger, gripping my arm so tightly it hurt. “Zoe, have you gone mad?” His cold words stung me. I gasped for air, his face slowly merging and overlapping with the faces from the psychiatric facility… I shook my head, then nodded, “I’m sorry, I apologize.” But at that moment, I suddenly came to my senses. I wasn’t in the psychiatric facility anymore. Rosalie stood among the crowd, looking at me. When our eyes met, she raised an eyebrow triumphantly, as if warning me to stay away from Alexander, or I would wish I were dead. The murmurs of the people around us became clearer. “This Zoe really is mentally ill, isn’t she? She looked completely insane just now!” “Yeah, it scared me to death. Mr. Foster must be keeping her around out of sentiment. Otherwise, how could a lunatic like her be worthy of being Mrs. Foster? It’s truly embarrassing.” “She started stripping as soon as she had an episode. I wonder if in the psychiatric facility, she was…” I felt Alexander’s grip on me tighten. I cautiously looked at him, and his hand suddenly let go. His voice was cold, “Since when did my family’s affairs become a topic for your gossip?”
Instantly, the world fell silent. Everyone carefully put on smiles and apologized profusely. But I knew Alexander had taken those words to heart. After all, I knew him too well. For the past decade, I had loved him selflessly, analyzing every subtle expression of his, just to make him like me a little bit. With trembling hands, I gently tugged at his sleeve, “Let’s get a divorce.” He didn’t say anything, just silently picked me up and carried me towards the third-floor bedroom, leaving all the guests behind. His face was terrifyingly gloomy, and I didn’t dare to speak again. I was thrown onto the bed forcefully. Before I could catch my breath, a body with a crisp pine scent pressed down on me. Alexander’s breath fanned across my neck, and my hands were bound with his tie, rendering me immobile. His voice was soft but carried a strong sense of oppression, “Did anyone else touch you?” Although our actions were intimately close, I felt our hearts were worlds apart. My lips moved, but no words came out. What could I say? That although I hadn’t been gang-raped, my clothes had been torn off countless times? Or should I question him, asking if he wasn’t the one who sent me there in the first place? I closed my eyes in pain, tears falling. He paused for a moment, then gave me a kiss so intense it left me breathless. His lips and tongue collided with mine, his eyes refusing to miss any of my expressions. The strong possessiveness in his amber eyes almost frightened me. His hands restrained me, forcing me to endure. The fear in my heart and the pain on my body made me instinctively resist. Sensing my resistance, his grip tightened… “Have you fallen for someone else?” he questioned my loyalty. Just as he was about to tear my clothes off, “Bang! Bang! Bang!” Someone knocked on the door. Alexander frowned impatiently, “Get lost!” There was a moment of silence outside the door, followed by Rosalie’s crying voice, “Alex, I’m hurt…” Alexander glanced at me, “Wait for me.” The moment the restraint on my body disappeared, I crawled to the corner of the bed on all fours, wrapping myself tightly in the blanket. Only like this could I feel a bit of safety. The door opened, and Rosalie cried like a child, showing her injured hand, “Alex, it hurts so much…” Alexander gently applied medicine for her, showing a tenderness I had never experienced. While Alexander was washing his hands, Rosalie smiled triumphantly, waving her injured hand at me, “Oh my, I just scraped my skin a little, and Alex is so worried about me. But even if you died, he wouldn’t care at all~” Indeed, she had only scraped her skin a little, with barely a few drops of blood seeping out. I unconsciously touched my own hand. Under the lace gloves, my hands were in a horrific state. On my first day in the psychiatric facility, Rosalie had stomped on my hand with my wedding ring, then stuck needles into it. Long, thin needles were slowly inserted along my nail beds, and Rosalie enjoyed watching my agonized expressions. When she was done playing, she didn’t bother to remove the needles, leaving them stuck in my fingers until they became infected. Alexander had actually called me once. I cried and begged him to let me out. I said I would be obedient and do whatever he wanted from then on. I told him I was being tortured and was about to die, begging him to save me. But he just impatiently said, “Stop acting. It’s annoying.” Now, Rosalie smugly waved her phone at me, looking at me challengingly, “You bitch, what if I post these videos online? Do you think your parents would be so angry they’d come back from the dead?” On her phone screen was a video of me being tortured. In the video, I was begging like a dog, barely clothed…
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