My husband has a severe sex addiction. Yet, in our seven years of marriage, he has never touched me. To suppress his burning desires, he submerged himself in freezing ice water day and night, leaving his arms scarred with needle marks from self-administered sedatives. Many times, my heart ached for him, and I tried to initiate intimacy. But he would only press a restrained, gentle kiss on my forehead. “Sia, don’t be silly. I’m not like those beasts.” “How could I bear to hurt you? For you, I’m willing to live in a platonic marriage forever.” His abnormal obsession lasted for seven long years. Even when he was hospitalized multiple times from suppressing his urges, he never crossed the line. Until our seventh wedding anniversary. That day, a young girl came to my clinic for her ninth hymenoplasty. As the anesthesia dripped into her veins, her face flushed, and she began to cry like a helpless kitten. I shook my head, looking at the fresh hickeys covering her body. I thought she was just another lost teenager. Until I heard her final, whimpering cry. “Carter… you bastard.” My hand trembled, and I almost dropped the scalpel. Because my husband’s name was also Carter.
After the surgery was over. I quietly slipped my diamond watch into Chloe’s purse. That night, I sat at the dining table, staring blankly at the lavish feast I had prepared. The luxury jewelry Carter’s assistant had just delivered was piled up in the living room. “Ma’am, Mr. Sinclair said he has an important business merger tonight and can’t make it home for the anniversary. He personally selected these gifts for you.” Looking at the cold dishes, I opened my iPad. The GPS tracker on my watch showed a location in an elite, gated villa community. Carter had given me that watch. It was equipped with the most advanced GPS and listening devices. Years ago, I was kidnapped. That near-death experience left Carter sleepless for six months. Since then, he had been paranoid about my safety. “Carter, today is your seventh anniversary with Sienna. Are you really not going back?” A chorus of rowdy laughter echoed through the speaker. After a long pause, a deep, magnetic chuckle sounded. “Go back? To look at that lifeless, stone-cold face of hers?” His tone was casual, laced with mockery. Through the screen, I could almost picture Carter sitting at the head of the table, holding a cigarette, exhaling a cloud of gray smoke. The men on the other end laughed. Then came the clinking of whiskey glasses. “I heard you haven’t touched Sienna in seven years. She’s such a beauty. How do you hold back?” “Are you crazy? Everyone in our circle knows Carter only touches pure girls. No matter how gorgeous Sienna is, she’s just damaged goods from that kidnapping. How can she compare to Chloe’s purity?” Chloe let out a shy, soft giggle. A cold shiver ran down my spine, and my hands shook violently. I felt like I was dragged right back into the darkest moment of my life. The night before our wedding, I was kidnapped by Carter’s business rivals. To humiliate the Sinclair family, they tortured me for seventy-two hours. When Carter finally found me, he was crying like a madman. Since then, I developed severe PTSD. Any physical touch made me physically throw up. Back then, Carter would hold me, weeping, and repeat: “Sia, you are not dirty. You are the purest, most beautiful soul in the world.” But now, the speaker filled with loud laughter again. Someone asked: “Then why did you marry her in the first place? Seven years is a long time. There must be some love, right?” The room fell quiet. It seemed everyone was curious about Carter’s answer. My house was so silent that I could only hear my own racing heartbeat. Carter took a slow sip of his drink and drawled out a few words. “Cut it out. Don’t be childish.” “I don’t touch her because she disgusts me. But if I didn’t marry her, she would’ve killed herself. Who would take responsibility for that?” “Ah, right! I almost forgot she’d literally die without you.” “Anyway, she’s an orphan. Marrying into the Sinclair family is the best thing that ever happened to her. A woman like her just needs some luxury bags to keep her happy. Just keep her like a pretty little pet.” The party ended, and after everyone left, Chloe’s voice drifted through. “Carter, I prepared a surprise for you. Want to guess what it is?” Carter let out a low growl and lifted her up. “Let’s find out.” The humiliating, passionate sounds began to play through the speaker. A cold tear fell onto the back of my hand. Only then did I realize my face was soaked. The tears dripped onto my ring finger, wetting my wedding band. I moved my stiff body and suddenly laughed. With one sweep of my arm, I crashed the entire anniversary dinner onto the floor and began to vomit violently. The noises on the screen didn’t stop until the first light of dawn. Chloe whimpered in a raspy voice. “Carter, you bastard…” I slid the wedding ring off my finger. Suddenly, I remembered his vow on our wedding day. “Carter, if you ever do something unforgivable, I will disappear from your life forever.” The twenty-two-year-old Carter had eyes full of absolute devotion. “That’s a shame, because you’ll never get that chance.” Staring at my miserable reflection in the French windows, I wiped my tears. I picked up my phone and called Carter’s mother, Victoria. “Mrs. Sinclair, I’ve made up my mind. I accept your terms.”
The next day, Chloe came to my office again. “Dr. Sinclair, you dropped your watch in my bag.” She walked with a slight, awkward limp, but her face was glowing with a sweet, victorious smile. “This watch is stunning. I bet you can’t find a second one in all of Seattle.” Listening to her envious tone, I barely spared her a glance. “If you like it so much, keep it.” Chloe smiled, placing the watch on my desk. “No, thanks. I don’t have a fetish for being tracked and wiretapped.” My hands froze. She sat opposite me, resting her chin in her hands. “Dr. Sinclair, did you enjoy the show last night? I intentionally put my bag right next to the bed so you could hear every detail.” “Oh, wait. You probably missed a few parts. After all, Carter loves doing it in places other than the bedroom.” Looking at her smug smile, I realized she knew everything. Seeing my silence, Chloe pulled out her phone and played an audio recording. “Carter, who do you love more? Me or Sienna?” “She’s a lifeless block of wood compared to you.” Carter’s voice was raw and wild in the recording. “Besides, her surgery skills are great. You feel brand new.” Chloe closed her phone, giving me a mocking look. “Dr. Sinclair, I guess I’ll be seeing a lot of you. My Carter… really loves your work.” She dragged out the words “My Carter.” When I didn’t react with the tears she wanted, she looked disappointed. “No wonder Carter says you’re as boring as a corpse. Truly, you—ah!” I reached out, grabbed a handful of her hair, and slammed her face into the desk before landing two sharp slaps across her cheeks. “How dare you hit me!” Chloe screamed, clutching her head. I dragged her toward the door. “Since you’re so proud of being a whore, let me help you. Let’s show the whole hospital how cheap you are!” Suddenly, the door swung open. “Carter!” Chloe broke free from my grip, sobbing, and threw herself into Carter’s arms. “I just came to return her watch, but she called me a homewrecker and beat me!” Looking at the red handprints on her face, Carter frowned. I stared at him in dead silence. Just as Chloe’s eyes gleamed with triumph, Carter spoke coldly to his assistant behind him. “Take Chloe back.” “Carter!” Chloe gasped in disbelief. Carter only gave her a chilling glance. “Remember your place. There is only one Mrs. Sinclair.” Once the room cleared out, Carter walked over to grab my reddened hand, gently blowing on it. “Does it hurt? Why do you even care about her? She’s just an immature girl.” “Let’s get a divorce.” “What?” I pulled my hand back and repeated slowly, word for word. “Carter, let’s get a divorce. We are over.” Carter stunned for a second. When he saw the cold determination in my eyes, he scoffed. “Sienna, think carefully. If you divorce me, you are truly ruined.” I remained unmoved. Carter’s brows furrowed. “Just because I have a woman on the side, you’re throwing a tantrum like this?” He genuinely looked like he couldn’t understand. “You know how our circle works. Every man does this.” “In seven years of marriage, she is the only one I’ve had. I’m already a saint compared to the others.” Before I could speak, his face darkened completely. “Mr. Sinclair!” Suddenly, his assistant rushed back in, pale as a ghost. “It’s bad! Chloe was just hit by a car right outside the clinic!”
When Chloe was carried back in, she was covered in blood. Seeing his hands stained with her blood, a flash of panic crossed Carter’s eyes—a panic he didn’t even realize he had. “What are you standing there for? Save her!” But the moment Chloe saw me, she shrieked in terror. “Dr. Sinclair, I was wrong! I’ll never see Carter again! Please, spare my life!” At the same time, the security guards dragged the hit-and-run driver into the room. The man fell to his knees instantly, grabbing my coat. “Dr. Sinclair, I did exactly what you asked! I didn’t kill her, but I did the job! I don’t want to go to prison, you have to save me!” His desperate pleas immediately drew a crowd of hospital staff. I stood frozen. It was utterly absurd. Before I could kick him away, Carter roared like a wounded beast. “Sienna! Are you insane?! You know she has a severe coagulation disorder!” The shout made me flinch. I looked up, heartbroken. “You don’t believe me? You think I did this?” “Mr. Sinclair, Chloe has O-negative blood, and our blood bank is empty! If she doesn’t get a transfusion now, she’s going to die!” “Wait, isn’t Dr. Sinclair O-negative too? An eye for an eye! Make her give her blood!” someone in the crowd yelled. The crowd began to chant in agreement. “Take her in!” With a grim face, Carter ordered his men to drag me into the transfusion room. I have severe hereditary anemia. I need blood transfusions myself every month just to stay stable. With Chloe’s blood loss, extracting enough to save her would drain me completely. The moment the needle pierced my vein, I panicked and struggled. “Carter, are you insane? You forgot my condition—” “A life is on the line, Sienna. Don’t be so selfish.” Carter turned and walked out without a single backward glance. By the time the transfusion was over, I couldn’t even stand. “Ma’am, Mr. Sinclair said that as long as you behave and remain Mrs. Sinclair, he will arrange a transfusion for you.” Hearing the assistant’s words, a bitter laugh escaped my lips. So, Carter hadn’t forgotten my illness. He just used it as leverage. “Even if I die, I am getting this divorce.” With those final words, my vision went black, and I collapsed onto the cold floor. When I opened my eyes again, Carter was standing over me, grabbing my wrist in rage. “Sienna, when will you face reality?” “Without the Sinclair family, you can’t even survive!” Staring at the fresh needle marks on his arm from his self-inflicted sedatives, I smiled with pure defiance. “Then let me die.” Carter’s breath hitched. With bloodshot eyes, he threw my hand down. “Fine. Let’s see how long you can last.” That very night, the news of the “Brilliant Surgeon Sienna Sinclair Hiring a Hitman” exploded on the internet. The scandal grew rapidly. Even when the hospital director held a press conference, the public outrage couldn’t be silenced. My phone was ringing off the hook. Only Carter had the power to orchestrate such a massive smear campaign overnight. When I didn’t beg for mercy, Carter doubled down. A new headline shocked the city. An anonymous source leaked my medical records from years ago. PTSD. Severe Depression. Emotional Trauma. The internet went wild. The once-rising star of the medical field became a disgraced, unstable psycho overnight. The next morning, I went to the hospital. The director was bowing and scraping to Carter in his office. Seeing me enter, Carter sneered. “Sienna, I told you. Without me, you are nothing. Did you come here to beg?” I calmly placed my resignation letter on his desk. Looking at my medical credentials, a wave of bitterness washed over me. Carter knew better than anyone how hard I had worked to become a surgeon. He knew my lifelong dream was to save lives. Yet, he proved to me that my years of hard work could be destroyed by a single word from him. Staring at the resignation letter, Carter was stunned. Then, his anger turned into a mocking laugh. He grabbed my arm and dragged me to Chloe’s VIP ward. “Resignation isn’t enough. Since you had the guts to do something so dirty, you should pay the price!” The moment Chloe saw me, she screamed. “Get this killer away from me! Carter, make her leave!” Her hand had been crushed by the car wheel, leaving her permanently disabled. Carter held her to comfort her, then signaled his bodyguards to pin my right hand to the table. When I realized what he was about to do, horror seized me. “Carter, no! Please—ah!” A sharp scalpel sliced right through my palm. The agonizing pain almost made me pass out instantly. Staring at my blood-dripping, ruined hand, I screamed in absolute despair. Carter looked away, his face expressionless. “The ward needs a nurse anyway. Since you ruined Chloe’s hand, you will stay here and serve her.” I slumped to the floor, gasping in pain, unable to utter a single word. Chloe leaned into Carter’s chest, throwing me a victorious, malicious smile.
I don’t know how much time passed before the searing pain woke me up. Chloe was grinding her heel into my bandaged hand. “Carter told you to serve me. Get up, you useless trash!” I glared at her with bloodshot eyes and scoffed. “Even so, he still won’t sign the divorce papers. As long as we are married, you are nothing but a cheap mistress.” “You!” Chloe stamped harder, her face contorting with rage. A moment later, a sinister smile spread across her face. “It doesn’t matter if Carter doesn’t sign. If you die, the marriage ends anyway.” Before I could react, someone grabbed me from behind, pressed a drugged rag over my mouth, and everything went black. When I woke up, I was on an abandoned rooftop. My vision was blurry. As I tried to stand, the heavy iron door was kicked open. “Sienna!” Carter’s furious voice echoed. I shook my head and realized I was holding a scalpel in my hand. Chloe was curled up on the edge of the roof, sobbing hysterically. “Dr. Sinclair, I was wrong! Please don’t kill me!” She grabbed my leg, begging and crying. My head throbbed. The drug she had given me contained hallucinogens. “Sienna, don’t do anything stupid!” Chloe and I were standing right at the edge of the roof. From Carter’s angle, it looked like I was holding a knife to her throat. Suddenly, Chloe leaned in close, whispering in a voice full of venom. “Don’t worry, I prepared a final gift for you.” As soon as she finished, a crowd of reporters rushed out from the stairwell below, pointing cameras and microphones at us. “Mrs. Sinclair, did you hide the fact that you were gang-raped before your wedding?” “Mrs. Sinclair, is your infertility a result of the trauma from that kidnapping?” Someone downstairs played the humiliating video from seven years ago on a megaphone. The young girl’s screams in the video merged with the nightmares that had haunted me for years. The blood in my veins turned to ice. Carter’s face went completely pale. He grabbed his assistant, roaring, “Who the fuck let them in?!” In the chaos, my shaking hand was suddenly grabbed by Chloe. She forced my hand to plunge the scalpel straight into my own abdomen. “Carter, save me!” Chloe shrieked, trying to run toward him. But before she could take two steps, I grabbed her hair with all my remaining strength. Under Carter’s horrified gaze, I drove the scalpel deep into her stomach. “If you want pain, I’ll give you real pain!” Tears streamed down my face. “If my life is hell, you’re coming with me.” Her stab at me wasn’t fatal, but my strike to her was brutal. Blood pooled on the concrete. My head spun, and Carter rushed forward. He shoved me aside, scooped Chloe into his arms, and ran. I clutched my bleeding stomach, collapsing onto the cold ground. Before darkness took me, I heard Carter’s voice, colder than ice. “Sienna has completely lost her mind. Lock her in the psychiatric facility. Don’t ever let her out to hurt anyone again.” “Sir, putting her in a private asylum requires a family signature.” Desperate to save Chloe, Carter signed his name on the paper without even looking. When Chloe woke up, she cried hysterically. “Carter, the doctors said I can never have children! It’s all Sienna’s fault!” Carter tried his best to soothe her. Yet, an inexplicable anxiety gnawed at his chest. Sienna had lost a lot of blood too. With her stubborn pride, would she even allow the doctors to treat her? Thinking of this, he couldn’t control himself anymore. He stood up to leave. But the door was pushed open before he could reach it. “Mom?” Seeing his mother walk in, Carter was stunned. But Victoria’s cold words made his face drain of all color. “Don’t bother going. Sienna is dead. You will never see her again.”
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