The day I was looking for my grandmother Faith Nielsen, who has Alzheimer’s, I, Esther Nielsen, met Nathan Stephens. To torment me, he told my whereabouts to my mother Anna Stewart and stepfather Wyatt Stewart. I hit my head and knelt on the ground, begging him to let me go. But while forcing himself to endure disgust and have relations with me, he also made me take birth control pills. He said, “Someone like you doesn’t deserve to carry my child.” I thought, “He’s really overthinking it. A terminally ill and infertile woman can’t possibly get pregnant.” ***** That day, Faith disappeared. I just went to get some medicine, and in the blink of an eye, she was gone. I broke out in a cold sweat, ignored the faint pain in my abdomen, and searched upstairs and downstairs several times. A kind person told me she saw Faith leave the hospital. Outside the hospital is a high-end villa area. Faith kept talking about wanting to go home, so I guessed she mistook the villas for home. But that place is heavily guarded, and outsiders are strictly prohibited from entering. I knelt on the ground, begging the security guard to let me in. Thankfully, the security guard finally agreed. The villa area was as big as a maze. I ran while shouting Faith’s name, completely ignoring the passing vehicles nearby. A piercing screech of brakes sounded, and I stumbled and fell. Before I could react, a tall figure was already standing in front of me. I looked up at him along the pant leg. Dressed in clean white shirt and black pants, the coldness in his eyes grew even stronger. I froze. “Nathan.” He slightly raised an eyebrow, his gaze scrutinizing. He said, “What, are you doing house calls now?” “Ms. Nielsen, your business is really expanding.” His words were harsh, a far cry from his former gentleness. I brushed the dust off my pants, smiled generously at him, and said, “Mr. Stephens, feel free to contact me if you need anything.” He took a step back, his eyes filled with blatant contempt. “I find it dirty.” His actions made the dull pain in my heart intensify. Yeah, he did the right thing. After all, I was the one who left him first. I was the one who abandoned him on the day of his parents’ car accident, the day he became an orphan, the moment he was in his deepest despair. That night, under the pouring rain, I told him, “Without your parents, you’re just a useless person.” “You have nothing now, and the money you can give me is less than the tips my clients casually throw around.” “I don’t want to bear that huge compensation for the accident with you.” He hates me. This is my retribution. He said, “Where do you work now? I’ll bring people to support you.” With abdominal cramps, I still forced myself to reply, “Thank you in advance.” I accepted all the humiliation he gave me. The driver whispered a few words in Nathan’s ear, and he got in the car and left. I found Faith by the fountain. She stood in the shallow water, smiling innocently. “Vivian, come on, play in the water with me!” She has Alzheimer’s and often mistakes me for her sister Vivian.
I took off my coat to wrap her soaked body, gently leading her out of the pool like coaxing a child. “Alright, I’ll take you home, we’ll play at home.” Back home, I started working overtime again. To get Faith into a good rehabilitation nursing home, I have to work hard to earn money. At 3 a.m., I received a text message. It was from an unknown number, but I immediately guessed who it was. [Excited? This is your welcome gift.] The next second, someone knocked on my door. The house here is shabby, and after a few hits, the door had a hole in it. The person outside looked at me through the hole, their eyes gleaming with greed. “My dear daughter, your mom and I have been searching for you so hard.” I froze all over and collapsed to the ground. A strong smell of cheap perfume mixed with smoke and alcohol hit me. It’s Anna and Wyatt. As soon as Anna walked in, she skillfully shoved the cigarette butt between her fingers into her mouth, while her other hand was already roughly searching my pockets. She spoke impatiently. “Where’s the money? Where did it go? I worked so hard to raise you, and now you avoid me. Is this how you repay me?” “Where’s the money? Cat got your tongue?” She slapped me hard without mercy and scolded me loudly. In my memory, she was never gentle with me. Other kids came home to hugs and hot meals from their moms, but for me, it was always my dad, Bruce Nielsen, waiting. Anna looked down on Bruce for being an unambitious painter. She didn’t like Bruce, nor did she like me, and she often cursed Bruce to die early behind his back. That night, her curse really came true. Bruce slipped while working overtime, fell from the scaffold, hit the back of his head hard on the ground, and died instantly. Right after Bruce was cremated, Anna brought her lover back—Wyatt, the man standing before me. Back then, I took Faith and fled through several cities to escape them. But Nathan’s casual remark made all my efforts go to waste. What a grand welcome gift. “Esther, listen to your mom, don’t upset her,” Wyatt said, leaning against the wall with a sly smile. I looked at them, feeling utterly disgusted. That year, Wyatt had just come to our home. Although I was displeased, seeing how he obeyed Anna in everything, I thought he was a decent man. The year I graduated from college, he said we should celebrate properly. At the dinner table, he got Anna drunk, and he drank too much himself. But at the moment I was showering, the bathroom door was suddenly opened. That day, he tore off his disguise. He brazenly stood in front of me, his gaze bare. The strength between men and women is inherently unequal. I struggled, shouting Anna’s name. But she didn’t respond, only the nauseating breath filled the cramped space. I struggled, my voice almost hoarse, but Anna never heard. He smiled at me and said, “Stop shouting, your mom took medicine, she can’t hear.” That’s when I realized, every time he would give Anna sleeping pills. I begged him, I begged him to let me go. But he had completely lost his mind. The tears at the corner of my eyes merged tightly with the water stains on the ground. It wasn’t until dawn that he collapsed beside me, snoring away.
Anna was woken up by my sobs. I looked at her, my lips trembling, unable to speak. I thought I would get her comfort. But seeing me covered in bruises, she picked up a stick and struck me repeatedly. She cursed, “You shameless wretch, how dare you seduce your stepfather? I’ll beat you to death.” “Why are you still alive? You should just die along with your useless father.” In shock, I stayed silent. Once it happens, it will happen countless times. Whenever I went home, Wyatt would come to my room late at night. I closed my eyes and let Anna hit and scold me. Outside, a black Bentley was parked on the path. The car window slowly rolled down, revealing Nathan’s face. His face was calm, yet he watched the scene unfold like a bystander enjoying a show. After a moment, he walked in and threw a stack of cash into Anna’s arms. “Get lost.” Anna left happily with the money, only Wyatt seemed reluctant to part. Nathan bent down to look at me, his eyes full of extreme mockery. “Seems like you haven’t saved much money all these years.” “How about this, you serve me, ten thousand dollars an hour.” “Don’t keep me waiting too long, Esther.” He threw the key card at my face. He called me dirty, yet still wanted to humiliate me. Between going and not going, I still went. This is what I owe him. But as I stood outside the door, my hand holding the key card trembled violently. Nathan was standing behind me without me noticing. He pressed down my hesitant hand and mocked, “Ms. Nielsen, this isn’t your first time offering door-to-door service, so why still act like a rookie?” Walking into the black, white, and gray-toned living room, he pointed to the doorway and said, “I don’t like this outfit.” His words instantly brought tears to my eyes. I stiffened my neck and looked at him. “What do I have to do for you to let me go?” I had just undone two buttons when Nathan strode toward me and abruptly tore open my blouse. He glared at me, his eyes fierce. “Esther, don’t act all high and mighty in front of me. Didn’t you come here for money? Don’t you just love money?” “Your mom owes a lot from gambling. You know her personality—she won’t stop until she’s drained you dry. Your grandma’s sick and needs hospitalization, but do you have money?” “As long as you agree to serve only me from now on, I’ll help you. It’s not a bad deal, right?” His words left me with no courage to argue anymore. I once confided in him completely, sharing the sorrow of my family background, never expecting him to use it against me today. I’m not afraid of threats; I’m only worried about Faith’s health. After Bruce passed away, the only one who cared about me was Faith. In front of him, I gave up resisting as he demanded. Nathan shoved me into the bathroom and ordered, “Clean yourself up.” But midway, the door was opened. I was startled. Nathan’s face was gradually replaced by Wyatt’s ugly one. That pitch-black night, that damp, miserable bathroom, felt as if it were right in front of me. I begged him, “Not here. Please, somewhere else.” He pinned my hands against the glass, accidentally noticing the marks on my wrists. Warm breath brushed against my ear as he chuckled wickedly, “So, you like being tied up.” The dense mist blurred my vision, hiding the emotions on his face. He forced me to look directly at my reflection in the mirror. My tears fell in big drops, hitting his arm hard.
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