On our wedding anniversary, my private video was displayed on the big screen.
A man's rough voice sounded, "As expected of a rich man's wife, she's well-maintained."
Friends whispered among themselves, and Nolan shot me a look of disgust.
My husband's secretary slapped me to the ground, "Xanthe, a slut like you doesn't deserve to be Mrs. Sterling!"
She ignored my explanations and tore at my clothes.
Until her high heel pressed against my lower abdomen,
I begged her through tears to stop, "This was secretly recorded during my gynecological surgery, please don't hurt the baby in my belly."
My husband sneered coldly, "Who knows whose bastard you're carrying?"
"Scarlett is standing up for me, you better take it!"
I stumbled away in a blood-stained white dress.
The seven-year promise has come due,
I don't want Nolan and the child in my womb anymore.