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

In her fury, she wanted to hurl every threat she could think of.


But upon seeing Scott's back, she managed to calm herself down.


"I told you, I won't let you hurt Scott ever again."


"No matter what you try, I will protect Scott! Scott, let's go!"


I actually hoped Scott would leave with her.


After forcefully pulling my hand away, I said flatly, "You two can go."


"Miss Ashford, keep a close eye on your future husband. I don't want to see him again."


Though it was a heartfelt statement, Scott mistook it for a challenge.


She screamed in anger, completely losing her composure, threatening to make my shameful acts public knowledge.


"I'll buy every billboard in New York City to display videos of you desperately chasing men!"


My pupils contracted sharply, my nails digging deep into my palms.The next moment, Scott's threat was cut short, replaced by intermittent pleas, "Let go of me..."


Chapter 7