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Our entire family consists of international mercenaries, and I married Emily, the commander who was my perfect match.
But on our wedding day, a group of rebels stormed into the mercenary chapel, and all hell broke loose.
Emily, however, immediately pushed me away and protected her childhood sweetheart as they escaped.
I was pinned down by the rebel leader in front of the statue, repeatedly violated in front of all the captives, my limbs completely destroyed.
The next day, I was thrown in front of the tent, naked and covered in blood.
My twin sister fell to her knees, sobbing, and with trembling hands carried me into the medical pod, begging the medic to save me.
But in my hazy state, I overheard my sister and Emily coldly conspiring:
"That group of fake rebels is all dead now. No one will know you let them humiliate my sister."
"I'll help you keep it secret, but I only ask one thing: be good to David."
"Back then, he risked his life to save us, getting poisoned in the rainforest. Now he's carrying your child at the risk of his own life..."
Emily gripped my sister's shoulder, her voice low:
"Don't worry. Asher is done for. Now everyone believes he's unfit to be my husband. I'll take good care of David."As for Asher, we'll ensure his safety for life, but he must never threaten David's position."
So, the man I deeply loved and the sister I trusted most only saw me as a stepping stone for David's path.
If that's the case, I don't want this mercenary group anymore!

Love Like Ashes, Turning to Emptiness

"If you can manage it, never step foot outside this room again. The moment you leave, you'll be ravaged until there's not even a corpse left."


My voice trembled, "What's happening in the camp?"


The assistant leaned in, revealing a sinister grin.


"See that row of prefab houses? That's the brigade headquarters. The central main tent is where the commander's husband stays. Last night, the commander specifically ordered it to be given to the newly arrived husband, David."


"Tsk tsk, the commander and her husband's wedding night, they must be so in love right now. I wonder how intense it is..."


The shipping container, long overdue for repairs, had several holes in the roof. Rainwater dripped steadily through.


I was awakened by coughing, clutching my chest as the taste of blood in my throat overshadowed the pain from my wounds.


Just then, the radio in the corner suddenly turned on by itself.


Over the broadcast, the announcer emphatically read out the notice of my expulsion from the military.


"Asher Shen, despite being a high-ranking officer in our army, has colluded with enemy staff, bringing shame to our military."


"Effective immediately, all of Asher Shen's military ranks and benefits are officially revoked. All officers and soldiers should take this as a warning. Do not privately contact the traitor, lest it undermine military morale."


The dripping rainwater splashed into the mud.I stared at the ceiling, riddled with holes, suddenly feeling as if even this patch of sky had abandoned me.


"I'm sorry, sir. I couldn't get the medicine. I don't have the means," I said.


Harrington, my former orderly, burst in, his voice choked with emotion:


"It's alright. Go fetch some discarded materials and start a fire."


Harrington nodded and quickly returned with an armful of "junk."


As I casually sifted through it, I was shocked to find that every item was a gift I had once given to Emily.


A hand-knitted scarf, a military uniform I had sewn myself, a portrait I had painted to commemorate her enlistment...


Each piece held a piece of my heart. What I had thought were unique romantic gestures had apparently been carelessly tossed in the trash.


Harrington carefully observed my expression, tentatively speaking up:


He sighed, talking more to himself than to me:


"You've lost your ability to have children, been betrayed by your wife, even misunderstood by your sister. Yet you still treat them well. Don't be such a fool."


I couldn't help but let out a self-deprecating laugh. "Do you think I'm a fool?"


"The entire unit is mocking you, saying you're selling yourself, that you're offering yourself up to be used and abused.""A night ago, I walked past the command tent and overheard the colonel talking with your sister. They said Deputy Pool saved them during the jungle poison warfare, and they felt guilty, wanting to make it up to him for a lifetime," Harrington said through gritted teeth.


"But it was you who risked your life to save them!"


Indeed, that battle was extremely brutal. The enemy deployed chemical weapons, and most of our comrades had already perished.


Pregnant, I dragged my cumbersome body, crawling through the blockade under a hail of bullets.


I even cruelly dug out one of my own kidneys and soaked it in formaldehyde to deceive the enemy's sense of smell.


I didn't hesitate to expose myself to severe poison, ruining my lower body.


But when I dragged my blood-soaked body back to camp, everyone was celebrating David's victory.


Harrington was still indignant. I struggled to get up and felt for the weapons crate my sister had given me in the corner.


Chapter 4