On my wedding day, Dominic’s childhood sweetheart, Rosalie, left a suicide note and disappeared into the vast ocean. She didn’t blame Dominic for forgetting his childhood promise; she only blamed herself for being too fragile to accept my existence. Every winter night, I was forced to kneel in the swimming pool, apologizing to her. When my dress was soaked with blood, Dominic grabbed my neck, his face full of malice: “Rosalie lost her life. What right do you have to nurture a new life?” Later, Rosalie returned from studying abroad, claiming it was all a joke. For the first time, Dominic felt remorse: “Let’s reconcile.” “Let’s have a child again. I’ll be a good father and husband, okay?” But he forgot that some wounds can never heal. The study door was wide open. I could see Dominic holding a woman in his arms. It was his secretary, Vanessa. “What are you dawdling for? Bring it over!” I obeyed mechanically. I was afraid that if he got angry, he would punish me again. Vanessa took the water, but her hand slipped. The sound of breaking glass rang out, and she covered her mouth with a light laugh: “It’s so hot!” “Mr. Foster is so unlucky to have married a wife who can’t even handle a glass of water properly.” I turned away, swallowing the bitterness in my heart, not wanting to see their intimate moment any longer. But Dominic wouldn’t let me off: “Pick it up. What if Vanessa accidentally cuts herself?” “Do you want to hurt another person?” I crouched down, and from above came the sound of passionate entanglement. Dominic said playfully: “Isn’t it more exciting with her here?” My vision blurred involuntarily as I quickened my movements, stumbling out of the room. The thin door couldn’t block out their increasingly intense gasps. I slumped against the wall, desperately covering my ears, only to find a warm liquid flowing from my palm. I stared at the wound, a wave of despair washing over me. Every day that Dominic took his revenge, I clung to my love for him, trying to repair this relationship. But now, it seemed pointless. Perhaps from the day Rosalie died, all he had left for me was hatred. In the middle of the night, someone took my hand. The ointment dissolved the dried blood, and the faint sting woke me up. Dominic’s face was expressionless: “I didn’t sleep with her.” “What do I have to do for you to apologize to Rosalie?” I didn’t understand. It was he who failed to keep his childhood promise. Why should I bear the consequences? If I had known about this stubborn emotion earlier, I would never have chosen this marriage. Exhausted, I no longer wanted to participate in this one-sided farce: “Then let’s get a divorce.” “I’ll do as you wish and apologize at her gravestone.” A strong sense of suffocation came from my neck, and I couldn’t help but cough. Dominic warned me: “Don’t play tricks. We both have to pay for this life.” “Don’t think I’ll soften just because you mention divorce.” I fell heavily into the bed, my heart feeling like it had fallen from a great height, no longer moved.
I never thought that the marriage I had looked forward to would be so heavy, so heavy that I could barely breathe. Back then, Dominic was nothing like the cold and cruel person he is now. He had loving parents and close friends. When he was with me, he showed me healthy affection. When I sprained my ankle during a competition and felt embarrassed, he massaged my injury every day, telling me: “It’s no big deal to lose one competition. You’ll win the next one.” When I won a scholarship but was rumored to have received sympathy points from the teacher, I couldn’t even look at myself in the mirror. It was Dominic who rushed in and punched that person, scolding them: “You’re stupid and brainless. What can you do besides being jealous of girls who are better than you?” I wanted to build a career and carefully craft my personal brand. But I was afraid that I didn’t have the ability, that it would all be for nothing. Dominic interrupted all my hesitant and weak thoughts, so I gathered the courage to invest all the money I had saved over the years. Perhaps when you meet the right person, your luck changes for the better. My life took a turn for the better. But everything came to a halt on our wedding day. The girl who was like a sister to him left a suicide note and jumped into the sea. She hated me for stealing the man she loved, mercilessly crushing her girlhood dreams. Dominic changed so quickly, so fast that before I could react, I became the culprit in Rosalie’s death. As long as her body wasn’t found, I would have to suffer one more day. Three years have passed, and I still can’t understand. If there was a possibility between them, how could I have appeared? Dominic’s pursuit of me was so grand and open, and she never appeared once. Even on the day we met the parents, she smiled happily. So when she jumped into the sea, I was confused and bewildered. When Dominic looked at me with hatred, my first thought was, why does he hate me? Perhaps humans are such strange creatures that to make themselves feel better, they have to find excuses to blame others. The love Dominic gave me was like a painkiller, soothing all my wounds. I could overlook his cold indifference. I could overlook the child I lost in the cold water. I thought, life is so long, there would always be another chance. Even when he burned all the baby clothes I had knitted, I could find an excuse. He was just too grief-stricken, suddenly losing a loved one, and needed time to recover. The only thing I couldn’t tolerate was him being intimate with another woman. Even if it was to force me to bow my head and admit my mistakes. After all, once tainted, it’s tainted forever. I withdrew from my thoughts, staring at the well-bandaged wound on my palm, admiring Dominic’s ruthlessness. A dull knife cuts the deepest. Fortunately, I’ve finally given up hope.
I asked a lawyer to draft a divorce agreement, but Dominic did nothing except warn me to behave. I found some peace, thinking that as long as he stayed away, I might still have a chance at having a child. It seemed like fate was against me. On Rosalie’s birthday, he vented his anger on me again. In the freezing weather, I was forced to kneel in the center of the banquet hall. Rosalie’s parents stared at me, wishing they could tear me to pieces. All kinds of unbearable curses poured in. I was powerless to fight back, only able to keep my head down and maintain the kneeling position, hoping time would pass quickly. Dominic questioned me furiously: “Is a human life so worthless in your eyes? You’re not even willing to sincerely apologize?” “She was my sister! How could you become like this!” A person’s self-esteem is always inexplicably fragile. At that moment of his questioning, I truly felt betrayed by the whole world. I didn’t understand: “How many times did I even meet her? How could I have such power to harm her?” “Who was it that didn’t notice her obsession, or perhaps knew but ignored it?” “Who really killed her? Don’t you know?” “I just want a divorce! Is trading a divorce for an apology so difficult for you?” “Or is the title of your sister so cheap? Cheap enough to die for?” His eyes turned red, and he raised his hand high, about to bring it down, but stopped. The bodyguards picked me up and walked towards the outdoor pool. It was the same familiar routine, I was tired of it even if he wasn’t. But today was different. Years of accumulated cold had taken their toll, and I couldn’t bear even a bit of coldness. My pneumonia came and went, and I couldn’t save my own body, but at least I wanted to protect this only possible child that might live. If weakness could exchange for her life, I was willing to bow my head. Dominic acted unusually: “Amelia, people always have to pay the price for what they’ve said and done.” As soon as I touched the bone-chilling water, I couldn’t stop shaking. My head became dizzy, and I crawled forward, wanting to kowtow and apologize to save myself, but was dragged back into the pool where half my body was submerged. “Dominic! What are you doing?” A coquettish female voice rang out, and I froze in place. Rosalie, who had died three years ago, wearing a white gown, walked down the stairs step by step towards Dominic. “I barely survived, nursed myself back to health, why have I become a dead person in Dominic’s words?”
The Winters family’s faces simultaneously flashed with guilt. I seemed to catch onto something. She smiled as she walked towards Dominic, throwing herself into his arms: “Dominic, I floated in the sea for a day and a night back then, was rescued, but fell seriously ill.” “It’s been three years, I’ve finally recovered and can come back to see you!” “Why aren’t you smiling? Aren’t you happy that I’m back?” Dominic stood stiffly as Rosalie pulled him close, chatting about old times and family matters. There wasn’t a trace of a smile on his face, and his stare made everyone feel cold. Rosalie’s gaze shifted to me, and she shrank into Dominic’s arms: “Who is that ghost? She’s so scary!” Indeed, soaking wet, with hair clinging to my face, from a distance of over ten meters, didn’t I look like a vengeful spirit crawling up from the underworld to claim a life? The warm blood beneath me dyed the water red, and I finally realized. I had no family left… I was finally dragged ashore and thrown into a dry room. There were no change of clothes in the room, so I could only wrap myself in a blanket to draw what little warmth I could. The thunderous joy from downstairs seemed to draw a period to this thoroughly ridiculous farce. My torment should have ended too. But Rosalie wasn’t willing to let it go. In her eyes, the three years of companionship was a thorn deeply embedded in her bone. She despised my disheveled state, standing at the door to gloat: “Sister, I’m so sorry.” “Dominic was so happy to see me back that he even forgot about you.” “It seems he does have me in his heart, he only married you out of youthful ignorance.” “Faking my death was such a good idea, it not only made Dominic hate you but also made him realize his feelings for me.” I pinched my palm hard to keep myself clear-headed: “What did you say? Fake death?” “Do you know that your foolish prank killed my child! It tortured me for three years!” “Who told you to compete with me? The lesson had to be deep enough to make you never dare to touch him again, even unto death.” She was completely indifferent: “It was just a joke, I didn’t take your life!” “But Dominic and I were separated for three whole years!” As she turned, she met the man’s gloomy and violent gaze. The usually willful and spoiled young lady suddenly became a bit timid: “Dominic, I… I didn’t mean to deceive you. Why are you so angry?” “We’ve known each other for over twenty years, can’t I even play a joke?” Listening to her cautious yet righteous tone, I wanted to curse. As I opened my mouth, an intense itch and pain came from my chest, and I uncontrollably coughed up a pool of blood. For the first time, Dominic panicked, stumbling towards me. “Amelia, why are you coughing blood?” He held me tight, only to find that my body was ice-cold. As he lifted the thin, soaked blanket, a shocking pool of blood was revealed on the floor. “Why is there so much blood? Amelia, what’s going on? Don’t scare me!”
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