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"I want you? You want me?" she boldly asked when for the first time they first encountered each other, enticing the unfamiliar man to partake in carnal pleasures.
She—Sarah Turner, the heiress of a fallen literary family, pure and innocent, married off to a wealthy family to settle her mother's debts.
He—Ethan Blackwood, the charismatic president of the Blackwood Group, commanding and detached, exudes an aura that kept others at bay.
On that fateful night, Sarah willingly surrendered her virtue to the stranger, engaging in a passionate affair as a means of seeking retribution against her fiancé, who planned to deliver her to the bed of another man.
When they crossed paths again, they discovered they were actually distant relatives by marriage. During her wedding ceremony, Sarah refused to endure the insults from her fiancé and resolved to divorce him. Simultaneously, he too dissolved his marriage to the deceitful bride.
Driven by a thirst for revenge, she manipulated him as a pawn, and he willingly succumbed, captivated by her irresistible allure, unable to extricate himself from her enthralling charm...
Two years ago, my mother forced me to break up with my boyfriend Edwin, because she wanted me to marry my sister's fiance who was blind then.
Two years later, my blind husband restored his eyesight and this time, my mother asked me to give him back to my younger sister Zoe.
I refused.
My father glared with hatred and shouted at me, "Abigail Oliver, don't forget Norbert Samuel is supposed to be Zoe's husband! You don't deserve him!"
Well, since I was dying, I didn't care who would be Norbert's wife.
But I wanted those who hurt me to get their comeuppance after I died!
......
I accompanied my husband Norbert Samuel to the hospital for a physical examination, the day before he could restore his eyesight. My mother called and asked me to go back home.
When I arrived, my mother looked at me with an air of cold indifference and then opened her mouth, "You and Norbert go get a divorce. After that, Zoe can marry him."
I replied nothing to her, still surprised at what my dear mother said to me.
Without getting a yes from me, my father pointed at me and shouted in a fierce voice, "Abigail, don't forget Norbert is supposed to be Zoe's husband! You don't deserve him! The position of his wife should not belong to you at all! You'd better leave where you are!"
Looking at my parents and Zoe who hid herself in their arms, I laughed at myself quietly.
They were partly right. Zoe was supposed to be Norbert's wife at the beginning.
Norbert Samuel and Zoe Oliver were engaged before I married him.
When Norbert lost his eyesight because of an accident back then, my parents didn't approve of Zoe marrying him so they just called off the wedding.
What they didn't expect was that the Samuel family's business had started thriving those years while the Oliver family had been going downhill.
Two years ago, the Oliver family's business experienced a debt crisis and my parents had to turn to the Samuel family for help.
At that time, Norbert lost his eyesight and what's more, he had a special allergy to women.
No matter which woman approached him within two meters would make him uncomfortable.
But my sister Zoe and I were exceptions.
Because the three of us grew up together, Norbert was familiar with our smell.
So when the Samuel family offered to be connected with my family by marriage, my parents did not hesitate to sacrifice me.
I was forced to sign a premarital agreement and get a marriage license with Norbert.
After that, my father's company received an investment worth twenty million dollars while I, the bride who sacrificed my own happiness to help my family get through the crisis, got nothing.
I was like a commercial product being sent to the Samuel family with a delicate package.
I pitied myself so much after I packed up all my stuff that could not even fill one suitcase at my so-called home.
Due to my parents' disapproval of Zoe's marrying Norbert, Norbert's parents didn't like me.
In their eyes, I was just a child-bearer they bought for Norbert from the Oliver family.
It was more ridiculous that Norbert was thinking of me as Zoe's substitute.
Did he know Zoe who he loved so deeply was not willing to marry him because he was blind?
Even when we were so close on the bed, he called Zoe's name.
I acted like a servant working around the clock to take care of Norbert in terms of his food, his clothes, and all kinds of his activities.
Because of his blindness, he became very unstable and moody.
Norbert liked to retreat to his bedroom the whole day, smoking to dull his senses.
Sometimes when I served food to him, he would press the cigarette end hard on me out of the blue. If I was lucky, I only got a hole in my clothes, but if things got worse, he would leave a round little scar on my body.
I couldn't even count how many scars he had left on me with his cigarette ends.
Because the old scars and the new scars would form newer scars.
Did I not want to complain?
Of course, I wanted to complain but I didn't dare because no one stood by my side.
Did I not want to fight?
Of course, I wanted to fight but I couldn't because the Samuel family could easily destroy my family.
Why did my parents force me to marry into the Samuel family? I knew the answer. They wanted me to flatter Norbert and even the whole Samuel family.
I still remember when Norbert burnt me with his cigarette, I called my mother in tears and told her I was so scared and that I couldn't stand the burning pain.
What did my mother do? She put the blame on me.
"Abigail, maybe Norbert is in a bad mood. Forgive him. I told you not to offend the Samuel family," she said to me on the phone.
Alright, there was nothing I could do but listen to my mother.
I kept playing the role of a hard-working housewife.
I was the respectable Mrs. Samuel in public but a tool tortured by Norbert in the Samuel family's house.
I couldn't get pregnant long after I married Norbert, that's why his mother would make fun of me by saying I was a hen who couldn't lay eggs.