Chapter 1

On my wedding day, I was caught in bed with another man by my husband.

The adulterer escaped, leaving the wedding dress my husband had personally designed covered in stains.

He broke down on the spot, his eyes blood-red as he held me, "Who did this?! I'll kill him!"

I pushed him away mockingly and said with contempt,

"Scott, you're always off improving your design skills, leaving me alone at home. I had no choice but to find other men."

He begged me pathetically to stop talking, swearing he'd spend more time with me in the future, but I just walked away.

Five years later, Scott has become a red-hot design master, about to marry his girlfriend.

When we meet again, I'm in the throes of addiction, a complete mess, and he takes me forcefully.

"Irene, you're so cheap!"

But shamelessly, I force a stiff, lifeless smile and say:

"Yes, I'm cheap. I need men."

"Scott, let's have sex one more time."

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Upon hearing these words, Scott's pupils instantly constricted.

He couldn't believe I had become like this, his gaze transforming from concern to disgust.

"Get the hell out of here! Don't let me see you again!"

The coat was hurled at me, hitting me square in the face, yet I felt an uncontrollable tingle shoot up from the base of my spine.

Seeing me flushed red all over again, Scott was on the verge of vomiting.

The moment my weakened legs gave out and I collapsed to the floor, Scott stormed out.

It was as if staying in the same space with me would taint him, this newly minted design maestro.

But I couldn't help it, I wanted to control it too.

However, that night of excruciating torment had already turned me into a slut.

"Ugh..."

A painful moan escaped my throat as I scrambled to swipe the glass from the nightstand onto the floor.

The crisp sound of shattering glass rang out, and the taut string in my head was about to snap.

I hastily grabbed a shard of glass and plunged it deep into my arm.

The intense pain spread throughout my body, causing my muscles to spasm and tears to stream down my face.

It wasn't enough.

This level of pain couldn't suppress my cravings.

I slashed open my skin again and again with the glass shard, my blood staining the clothes hanging on my body.The entertainment news blared from the television,

"Design maestro Mr. Scott is set to tie the knot with the little princess of Ashford Group in two weeks' time."

"Let's congratulate this golden couple and wish them a lifetime of happiness!"

I collapsed, my strength giving out, my eyes unfocused and empty.

Five years ago, Scott and I were crammed together in a moldy, dark basement.

In the prime real estate of North Manhattan, there wasn't an inch of space for the two of us.

The basement nights were unbearably cold, and Scott would hold me tight, wrapping all our warm bedding and clothes around me.

Back then, he said, "Irene, once I make it big, I'll never let you suffer again!"

Now he's achieved fame and success, yet he's marrying the woman who once pushed me into hell.

Back when I was still working in auditing, I was about to start investigating Ashford Group.

In the blink of an eye, Scott approached me, wanting to make a deal.

I agreed without hesitation.

Wasn't it just using this body to pave a path to success for Scott?

Even today, I still believe it was worth it.I can't be your wife no more.

I never dreamed Scott's brother would be so cruel, getting me hooked on sex and costing me my job.

Since leaving Scott, I haven't had a decent night's sleep.

Day and night I'm tormented by unspeakable cravings, nearly losing my mind countless times.

But I'll only accept one man - Scott.

No matter how unbearable it got, I used pain to stay sane and made it through.

The sound of the door opening interrupted my thoughts. My best friend cried out anxiously:

"Irene! What happened? Who did this?!"

She was in tears, wanting revenge for me. I laughed bitterly, "It was Scott."

Evelina turned pale with shock and said despairingly:

"You finally made it through these five years, and I found a doctor who could treat you!"

"Scott ruined everything! He's destroyed you a second time!"

If I had never touched a man again, never satisfied the addiction, it could have been cured.

But now that I've given in, this craving has become an itch I can never scratch away.

Evelina's eyes were red with fury, her teeth chattering with rage,

"I'll take you to the hospital first, then I'll deal with Scott!"

"I'll make him understand everything you've suffered because of him!"I can't stop Evelina.