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

After treating the wound, I decided to cancel my appointment with the psychologist.


Unexpectedly, I ran into Scott at the psychology department.


He was carefully cradling Scott in his arms,


"Don't worry, I'll definitely give you a perfect wedding."


Scott nestled against him like a delicate bird, showing no trace of the aggressive demeanor she had displayed in front of me.


Upon seeing me, Scott frowned in disgust,


"Are you stalking me? Irene, can't you stop clinging to me like a dirty rag?"


My heart stung, and my face grew even paler.


Yet instinctively, I didn't want Scott to know why I was here, so I forced myself to put on a smile,


"I told you before, you haven't given me an answer, so of course I have to keep pestering you."


But in reality, Scott, I wish for your happiness more than anyone else.


Just as Scott was about to lash out, Scott in his arms let out a startled cry,


"Scott! I think I mistook the report for the appointment slip."


"But the person on this slip has the same name as Miss Winters, and the condition is..."


"Sex addiction."Scott stared at me with malicious eyes, slowly enunciating those two words.


My head instantly exploded with a deafening boom, shattering into a bloody mess.


In that moment, I just wanted to flee, to run far, far away and crawl into a crack in the earth!


Seeing me on the verge of collapse, Scott let out a venomous laugh.


She lifted her face, feigning concern as she tugged on Scott's shirt.


"It really is Miss Winters, Scott. Should I not have said anything?"


"Miss Winters must have cheated and called off the engagement because she got sick. Scott, you shouldn't blame her anymore."


Scott's gaze pierced through my insides like an icicle as he coldly said:


"Since she did such a shameless thing, she shouldn't be afraid of people talking about it!"


"As for whether I blame her or not, I don't have that much energy to waste on a slut."


My lower lip was bitten bloody, and the wounds on my body ached terribly.


I kept telling myself: It's okay, Irene. You knew it would be like this when you made your choice, didn't you?


Don't blame Scott... he was also kept in the dark...


But I couldn't convince myself. I was still in so much pain, pain that felt like death.The pain was so overwhelming, it led to complete despair, even more than cutting off all ties myself.


So I smiled, my eyes crinkling, as I brazenly looked Scott up and down.


"No need, the great designer Pei still has plenty of energy. If you change your mind, give me a call."


As I said those words, my heart was bleeding.


Every syllable tore the flesh from my throat as I forced them out.


Scott was utterly disgusted, not noticing the sorrow and desolation in my eyes.


He slapped away my hand offering my contact info with a loud smack. "In your dreams!"


"You're such a filthy woman, I feel sick just looking at you!"


He walked away with his arm around Scott, who shot me a contemptuous, pitying glance.


My arm fell limply to my side. I didn't need to check to know the wound had reopened.


After canceling the appointment, I returned to the hotel.


Evelina had to work overtime urgently, so I was alone in the room again.


My phone kept blaring news of Scott and Evelina's engagement. I listened until I went completely numb.


"I should get that wedding dress back too."


That wedding dress had been soiled back then.


Scott had ordered me to wear it while entertaining her brother to his heart's content.I stubbornly washed it over and over again with my own hands, as if cleaning the wedding dress could somehow make me clean as well.


Chapter 2