ManyWriters

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."

Addiction Unspoken

"For your safety, Irene willingly subjected herself to addiction and torment. For five years, she remained faithful to you, stabbing herself countless times! Can't you see the scars on her body?"


"You ruined the therapist who could finally treat her illness! Scott, why don't you just die?!"


Scott was stunned by the verbal assault.


He didn't believe a word Evelina said, letting out a cold, contemptuous laugh.


"You and her conspired to trick me, did you think I'd fall for it?"


"Evelina, I begged her on my knees not to leave, but she showed me no mercy!"


"Well, now I won't show her any mercy either!"


Scott's eyes were bloodshot, his fists clenched tight, his gritted teeth revealing nothing but hatred for me.


Evelina couldn't reason with him. She rushed to the door with brute force, pounding on it and screaming desperately,


"Stop! All of you stop! Don't touch her!"


Chapter 5