Every time I miscarried, my husband Samuel Whitman would bring home a woman who resembled his first love. He would order me to personally put the condom on him and watch them make love with my own eyes. Afterward, he’d make me bring water to clean their bodies. I did everything he asked, just hoping he would make love to me once a month. Later, I accidentally tore his favorite lover Ashley Morgan’s sexy lingerie. That night, he started a live stream, letting everyone see me on the bed. Samuel deliberately turned my body around, exposing my private parts, nailing me to the pillar of shame. “You think her lingerie is revealing? What about now? Look at yourself like this. Do you have the right to judge others? “Don’t you like seducing me? I’ll fulfill your wish! Your sexual appetite is so big, I’m probably not enough to satisfy you alone, right? How about I call ten strong men tomorrow?” Afterward, he had someone throw my naked body into the courtyard as punishment. Blood slowly flowed from beneath me. After my tenth miscarriage, I went to find Samuel’s grandfather, Frank Whitman. “To repay a debt of gratitude, I once promised your family one wish. I’ve done my best. Ten miscarriages have completely destroyed my body. I’ll never have children again. I’m here today to bid you farewell.” Frank helped me up with heartache. He hesitated for a long time, then let out a long sigh. “Our family has no fortune, destined to have no descendants. It’s truly karma!” The usually composed old man shed two lines of tears. “Amelia, our family has wronged you. Whatever you ask for, just say it.” I kept my head down, holding the urn in my arms, my eyes hollow. “Let me go.” Frank agreed. In three days, he would send me abroad. When I returned to the Whitman mansion, as soon as I pushed open the door, a bucket hanging on it tipped over, drenching me in ice water. Ashley walked over to me with a playful smile, flinging the used condom from her hand onto my face. “Samuel wants you to wash this clean.” A washed condom was useless anyway, but I knew this was just one of Samuel’s methods to humiliate me. I was already used to his endless cruel tactics. Last time when I was doing laundry, my nail accidentally tore Ashley’s stockings. Samuel had someone forcibly pull out my fingernails as punishment. I walked upstairs in a daze, preparing to clean the room where they had made love. Samuel appeared at the top of the stairs, raised his eyebrows, and sneered: “Who are you putting on this dead person act for? Didn’t you go tattle to my grandfather? Since you like tattling, that mouth of yours seems pretty annoying. “How about you give me oral sex with your mouth during tomorrow night’s live stream? Everyone would love to see your skills too.” I kept my head down, saying nothing. A dull pain came from my heart, but I had long been numb. Samuel was dissatisfied with my silence. He frowned, about to walk over. But Ashley suddenly approached me and snatched the urn from my hands. “Amelia, what’s this box in your hands? It’s quite exquisite. I happen to need a jewelry box!” I glared with furious eyes, screaming with all my might: “Give it back to me!” I lunged forward trying to snatch it back. Without thinking, Samuel protected Ashley and kicked me hard in the chest. My chest felt like it was being squeezed tightly by an invisible hand, the pain suffocating me. With tears in my eyes, I stared stubbornly at Samuel. “Give me back the box. It’s my fault, I shouldn’t have tattled. Give it back to me. As long as you return it to me, I’ll do anything!” Seeing his cold, unmoved expression, my heart ached. Then I begged humbly: “I’m begging you.” I knew Samuel hated me, and therefore also despised our children. If he knew what was in that box, he would probably burn it directly. Seeing my frantic state, he was stunned for a moment, glancing at the box in Ashley’s hands. “Give it to her. It’s just an old box. I’ll buy you a better one.” Ashley narrowed her eyes, feeling intense unwillingness. She showed a playful smile, extending the box toward me, but then let go halfway. The box crashed to the floor. She acted as if she was startled, took two steps, and deliberately stepped on the box. She stomped her feet in disgust. “What is this stuff? So gross!”
A sharp pain struck my mind like a sledgehammer, tears instantly blurring my vision. I pushed Ashley away forcefully and frantically crawled on the ground like a madwoman, trying to gather up the powder. She stumbled to one side, and Samuel caught her just in time. His eyes were ice-cold, his face dark with rage, veins bulging on his forehead. “Amelia, are you looking for death? I warned you—if you hurt her one more time, you can kiss that hand goodbye!” The next second, a slap landed across my face. My ears rang incessantly, blood trickling from the corner of my mouth. I collapsed to the ground, unable to hear anything for a long while. Ashley cried out in pain. Samuel scooped her up in his arms and rushed out, his heart aching for her. Before leaving, he shot me a vicious glare. “If anything happens to Ashley and the baby, you’ll pay with your life!” I clutched the box, as if I hadn’t heard him at all. That evening, I had just finished packing when countless Twitter notifications flooded my phone. When I opened them, my face went pale instantly. During that livestream, Samuel had deliberately exposed my private parts. The related videos and photos had gone viral online. Frank had managed to block all the content after finding out. But now, my intimate videos had leaked online again. The videos showed me actively cooperating with him over and over again, all in my desperate attempts to bear Samuel a child. [Oh my God! She looks so pure, but she’s so bold in bed? She’s the woman from that livestream a while back, right? She’s got such strong desires. When can I sleep with her too?] [You can sleep with her. Just pay enough money, and she’ll do whatever you want. To seduce Mr. Whitman, she used every trick in the book. I heard she drugged him last Christmas, slept with him, and that’s how she got him to marry her.] [Exactly! Mr. Whitman said that during the next livestream, anyone who sends a hundred gifts can sleep with this slutty woman!] My fingers trembled. I wanted to turn off my phone, but Samuel’s call came through at that exact moment. He laughed mockingly, “Amelia, why so quiet? In the video, you were moaning quite excitedly, weren’t you?” I felt utterly hopeless, tears I’d been holding back finally streaming down. But Samuel wasn’t done with me. His words came like a devil’s whisper: “Don’t rush. You drove her away last Christmas, and now you’ve hurt Ashley again. Our score isn’t settled yet.” In the middle of the night, two bodyguards burst into my room. Without a word, they dragged me to the hospital. When Samuel saw me, he was furious beyond measure. He grabbed my hair, his grip so tight it felt like he wanted to tear my scalp off. “Amelia, sleeping so soundly, were you? Why wasn’t it you who died back then? You vicious woman!” With a wave of his hand, he threw me to the ground. “Ashley almost miscarried. It’s time for you, the murderer, to pay the price.” I let out a mocking laugh, no longer struggling, my heart strangely calm. My heart had already shattered under Samuel’s torment over all these years. The needle pierced my vein, red blood flowing from my body through the tube. My lips lost their color, becoming dry and pale. My fingers began trembling uncontrollably, hanging limply by the hospital bed. Gradually, waves of dizziness washed over me. The bodyguard saw my face turning purple and felt uneasy. “Mr. Whitman, Mrs. Whitman doesn’t look good.”
Samuel didn’t hesitate for a second. “Continue!” His cold gaze fell on me. He seemed to struggle for a moment, but it was fleeting. His voice was low, like he was muttering to himself, yet also speaking to me. “You were the one who attacked Ashley first. You’re so vicious, you deserve this punishment.” I finally couldn’t hold on any longer and passed out. When I woke up, I was already in the hospital. The room was empty—Samuel had long since left with Ashley. I went to handle the discharge procedures, my steps unsteady. At checkout, a nurse stopped me. “Ma’am, your account has insufficient funds. Would you like to contact family members to help with the payment?” I was stunned. I tried several cards, only to find they were all frozen. I called Samuel. “Did you freeze my cards? What gives you the right?!” His tone was mocking. “Amelia, and you still claim you’re not after my money? I’ve been covering all your living expenses. Isn’t it perfectly normal for me to freeze your cards? “If you want money, I can give it to you. Just crawl back from the hospital and make Ashley feel better, then I’ll unfreeze your cards!” I stood there in shock, a chill spreading from my feet throughout my entire body. My voice was barely a whisper. “Samuel, do you really hate me this much?” From the other end of the phone came a woman’s moans and a man’s heavy breathing. Tears hit the ground as I hung up. Samuel sent bodyguards to settle the bill. Under the bodyguards’ watch, I got down on all fours. My knees scraped bloody against the pavement, but I felt no pain, mechanically crawling toward Whitman Villa like a machine. My hair was disheveled, my body covered in dust and debris. I crawled to the villa entrance looking like a beggar. The moment I pushed open the door, an ice bucket fell from above, drenching me in freezing water. Having just miscarried and lost so much blood, my body was already weak. I began shaking uncontrollably, the cold penetrating every pore. Ashley stood with her arms crossed, smiling smugly. “Amelia, you won’t blame me, will you? Samuel told me to do this—he said it would make me feel better.” I felt like my body was encased in ice, every muscle trembling. I just wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible. “Are you satisfied now? Can I go upstairs?” I walked past her and headed straight upstairs. However, all my belongings in the room were gone. Looking at the empty suitcase, my heart raced and tears threatened to fall. “Where are my things?!” The suitcase had contained the last thing my mother left me before she died—a ruby pendant she’d polished by hand—and my baby’s urn. Seeing my anguished expression, Ashley smiled with malicious satisfaction. “Panicking now?” She waved her hand dismissively, looking at me with venom. “This room will be for me and Samuel’s child from now on. Of course I had to throw out your junk! “Trash belongs in the garbage, and a slut like you should have been gone long ago!” Black smoke billowed through the courtyard as flames devoured everything in sight. My suitcase and belongings were burning in the fire. I stumbled forward with heavy steps, my body swaying, on the verge of collapse. Like someone possessed, I reached into the flames, ignoring the burns on my hands as I desperately pulled at my suitcase. Soon my palms were raw and bloody, and I could smell the sickening scent of burning flesh. The pain turned my face deathly pale, but I kept my grip tight on the edge of the suitcase. Just as the flames were about to reach me, someone rushed out of the villa—Samuel yanked me away from the fire. “Are you out of your mind?!” I remained silent, ignoring the pain in my hands as I frantically searched through what was left in the suitcase. After a long moment, I looked up at Samuel, my voice hoarse: “Where are the things from my suitcase? Where’s my ruby pendant?” He frowned, instinctively shielding Ashley behind him, his tone impatient: “It’s just a ruby pendant. What’s gotten into you? Ashley thought it was pretty, so I gave it to her.” He carefully held her in his arms, his eyes warning me: “She only wanted your ruby pendant. Even if she wanted you dead, you’d have to take it!” With no room left for me, Samuel ordered me to make do on the couch. In my dazed state, I developed a high fever. At dawn, the commotion in the courtyard woke me. The world spun violently before my eyes as I struggled to sit up, gritting my teeth as I made my way outside. Today was the day I’d arranged to meet Frank—his car was already waiting at the gate. The courtyard was in ruins—nine pear trees had been uprooted. Ashley stood there smugly, ordering the gardeners to plant red roses in their place. My hands fell limply to my sides as tears streamed down my face uncontrollably, the weight in my chest making it almost impossible to breathe. I stared at Samuel quietly, finding it all bitterly ironic. Buried beneath those nine pear trees were our nine unborn children. When he saw the despair in my eyes, his breathing hitched, and his expression grew complicated. He walked toward me, his voice unusually gentle: “Ashley loves roses.” I clenched my fists: “So you’re going to dig up our children to make room for her, is that it?” Seeing my persistence, Samuel grew irritated: “Those nine children were nothing but products of your manipulation. Enough! Ashley is pregnant now—don’t push it too far! At most, I’ll promise you can keep the tenth child!” I took one last look at the overturned pear trees in the courtyard and shook my head: “No need.” I thought to myself: “Our tenth child is already gone. Samuel, I never want to see you again.” Outside the villa, Frank’s people were waiting. I quickened my pace. Samuel watched my determined figure walking away, and for some reason, unease crept into his heart. He caught up to me, grabbing my wrist: “Where are you going?” Behind him, Ashley felt a pang of jealousy and slowly caressed her belly: “Samuel, my stomach hurts a little!” Samuel immediately let go of my hand and rushed back to her, asking anxiously: “What’s wrong? Is the baby giving you trouble?” Protected by Frank’s people, I boarded the plane. A day later, I landed on the other side of the ocean. At the same time, Frank helped me deliver the divorce papers to Samuel.
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