After the wedding, Jasper would bring home a different woman every night. On our wedding anniversary, he celebrated with a woman from the club by his side. “Help her get ready and let her wear the wedding dress your mom made. Add the Jasper Family daughter-in-law jewelry.” “It’s her first night, guide her well.” Everyone smirked behind my back, waiting for me to demand a divorce. I did as they expected. “Let’s get a divorce, Jasper.” Jasper looked at me with disdain and mockery, splashing a glass of red wine in my face. “Talk when you’re thinking clearly. How many times have you asked for a divorce? When have you ever stepped out of the car at City Hall?” He didn’t know I was serious this time. The people around us didn’t hold back their mocking laughter. “I knew it would be like this. Remember last year, Mrs. Jasper said the same thing, and in the end… she didn’t divorce.” “Of course, who would let go of such a perfect husband like Mr. Jasper?” “It’s not even embarrassing anymore. This drama happens so often, I’m tired of watching it.” … I quietly wiped my face with a tissue, forcing myself to confront Jasper. “I’ll have an attorney draft the divorce papers.” With that, I ignored the insincere sympathy around me, went upstairs with Jasper’s companion, and personally opened the safe to take out the cherished wedding dress and jewelry. The wedding dress was sewn by my mom, and the jewelry was an heirloom handed to me by Mrs. Jasper. I gently stroked these treasures I once cherished and handed them to Jasper’s companion for the night, Daphne. It’s better this way, a clean break. Daphne took them with trembling hands, cautiously glanced at me, and softly thanked me. After instructing the makeup team, I got up to go downstairs. Daphne pulled me back, claiming she wouldn’t wear them unless I helped. I looked her up and down. She wasn’t particularly pretty, but she had an innocent look, with big doe eyes. No wonder Jasper liked her. I called a makeup artist to help her, but she still clung to me. I tried to stay calm, saying she could talk to the makeup artist, but she was hesitant to speak up. When I moved her hand to leave, she grabbed me again, looking up with great courage. “Miss, I’m scared of pain.” With that, she pulled open Jasper’s coat on her, showing bruised kiss marks. I instinctively tightened my grip on her hand. “Ah—” Daphne’s exclamation snapped me out of it, and I quickly let go of her hand in a panic. “Sorry.” I numbly pulled her clothes back up, comforting her like I did with Jasper’s other companions: “Don’t be afraid, I’ll teach you tonight.” Daphne looked smug and dismissive, deliberately showing the marks again. “Thanks, Miss.” “I didn’t want to, but Mr. Jasper insisted…” I couldn’t hear the rest, muttered something, and left. This time, Daphne didn’t stop me. Turns out, no matter how many times I’ve been humiliated, it still hurts. I turned and went downstairs, where Jasper was surrounded by more women. Their laughter was vulgar and wild. “Jasper, aren’t you afraid Miss Summer might finally mean it?” Jasper laughed, sipping his drink. “Her whole family still owes me. How could she seriously consider leaving?” “Besides, her dying mom depends on me to survive. She can’t leave me. She’s just throwing a tantrum, not knowing her own worth.” Yeah, my whole family owes the Jasper Family. Dad caused Mr. Jasper’s death, and I caused Phoebe’s death. I have to keep repaying the debt. Plus, mom relies on Jasper’s monthly payments to stay alive. Where do I find the courage to divorce him? But after ten years, I can’t take it anymore. I don’t know how to cover mom’s medical bills or repay what I owe Jasper. Would my life be enough? I slightly lifted my head, hiding the tears in my eyes. The mockery continued. “Right, Miss Summer is ungrateful. Her and her lousy father caused you to lose your dad and sister overnight, and you didn’t even hold them accountable. Now she dares to throw a fit.” “Exactly, if my wife dared to do that, I’d kill her. Their whole family is sinful.” …
Jasper and I were sort of childhood friends. My dad was the Jasper Family Driver, and my mom was the Jasper Family Maid. In middle school, I was brought into the Jasper Family. The atmosphere was relaxed, and Mr. and Mrs. Jasper treated us well. Jasper and his twin sister, Phoebe, were four years older than me. Sister Phoebe treated me like family, and we were inseparable. Jasper was always jealous, squeezing in beside me whenever Phoebe wasn’t around, giving me unwavering care. Mrs. Jasper teased that he was always chasing after me, and people might think I was a child bride. Jasper didn’t mind, looking smug. “Raising my own wife, I’m proud.” As we grew up, we naturally got together. The day before my eighteenth birthday, Phoebe and I were ordering a cake when we encountered a thug. She fought back alone to let me escape, and ended up stabbed multiple times, raped, and died despite medical efforts. On the same day, my dad, rushing back for my birthday, took Uncle Jasper on a changed route and both died in a car accident. Jasper, who had returned from abroad to surprise me, hated me ever since. He knelt at the grave all night, came back cold as ice, but refused to break off the engagement. Yet, he never married me legally or held a wedding, just tormented me day and night. And my birthday became the day I dreaded most. Every year, Jasper insisted on celebrating, and on that day, he tortured me the most. Every year, he’d bring many people to witness my pain. The more they humiliated me, the happier Jasper became, rewarding them generously. “Hey, sister-in-law, you came down quick? Did you serve Jasper’s little sweetheart well?” “Yes.” I forced a calm answer. Jasper leaned against a model, took a drink, and looked at me suggestively. “You know what I like. Teach her well.” I swallowed my bitterness, thinking this would be the last time. “Okay.” Jasper crushed the wine glass in his hand, shards piercing his palm, blood seeping out, but he seemed unfazed, staring at me coldly. “Who’s that dead look for? Didn’t you like celebrating birthdays? I invited so many people for you. Can’t you even smile?” I forced a stiff smile. “So happy?” Jasper played with a lighter, its flame flickering. “Then make a wish!” Jasper roughly dragged me to the cake, lighting the candles. I stood frozen, not moving. “Make a wish! Why aren’t you?” Jasper taunted, forcing my hands together, making me wish. “Come on, tell everyone your wish.” The candlelight reflected in his eyes, cold and fractured, like a madman. “Was it wishing for a divorce?” His face full of ridicule. I looked at Jasper, unsure what to say. Actually, my wish was for time to rewind. I would never have entered the Jasper Family, avoided all this pain, and not be stuck in this humiliating situation without escape. I initially asked for a divorce because he brought people home, and I was desperate. But when he drove me to City Hall, I regretted it. I was pathetic enough to stay, letting him torment me, thinking I was atoning. After that, I realized he was happy when I asked for a divorce then backed out, so I pathetically played along. But eventually, I truly wanted a divorce. After being tormented over and over, I couldn’t take it anymore. I didn’t want to be entangled any longer. Could I repay them with my life?
After a long silence, I did as he wished. “Yes, I wished to divorce you.” This was the 99th time I said “divorce” to Jasper. I counted quietly in my mind. “Sure, as long as you pay back what you owe.” Jasper’s eyes were bloodshot, mocking me. I dryly asked: “How do you want me to pay it?” Jasper asked slowly: “Remember how Phoebe died?” I closed my dry eyes. Of course, I remembered, how could I forget? My beloved sister was raped in a pool of blood, declared dead shortly after reaching the hospital. “I want you to feel Phoebe’s despair before death, to go to hell to atone for her, and to pay with your life for your father’s debt.” “Can you alone repay our family’s two lives?” Jasper’s voice wasn’t loud, but deafening. “Okay.” I said. “Okay?” Jasper repeated. “Then let’s start.” “Start with undressing or stabbing?” Jasper’s words pierced my heart painfully. He sneered. “Is it that painful? Do you know how much Phoebe suffered? She treated you like a sister, how did you dare to run away?” “I didn’t… I just ran to find help for her…” My explanation was weak. Jasper opened a bottle of red wine and poured it over my head. “Does this wine look like the color of her blood?” “For the sake of being a couple, how about I let you be raped and killed?” Jasper finished, hinting to everyone: “The South City project is up for grabs. It’s up to your own efforts.” There was an uproar. Jasper’s words pierced my heart, causing me unbearable pain. He let out a cold laugh. “Is it really that painful? Do you know how much Phoebe suffered? She treated you like a sister, and you dared to run away secretly.” “I didn’t… I just ran to find someone to save her…” My explanation felt weak and powerless. Jasper opened a bottle of red wine and poured it over my head. “Doesn’t the color of this wine remind you of the blood on her body?” “Considering we were once married, how about I let you be violated before being killed?” After saying this, Jasper addressed everyone present: “The project in the south of the city is up for grabs. Work for it as you see fit.” The room erupted in whispers. “Did I hear that right? What a deal, getting to be with Jasper’s wife and also getting a project.” “Keep it down, Mrs. Jasper looks amazing, her skin is so soft and tender. I’ve always wanted to be with someone like that…” “Have you secretly thought about it a lot? But is Jasper serious about this? What if…” “What are you afraid of? Better to die for beauty than to live without passion, especially when Jasper himself said it.” … The insults came one after another, and I trembled in fear. Jasper walked over, placing his hand lightly on my shoulder. I thought he would stop this farce. “Why are you shaking? Didn’t you say you wanted to atone? Are you waiting for someone to undress you?”
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