Chapter 1

"Can I undergo surgery to widen my vaginal canal? My husband is… on the larger side. It's a bit too much for me to handle," a woman says.

I stare at the attractive young lady before me, feeling slightly surprised.

Most of my patients come to me for vaginal tightening procedures or hymen reconstruction surgery. Requests for vaginal widening surgeries are extremely rare.

According to her medical file, the woman's name is Melanie Sanders. After a brief consultation, I examine her.

Her vaginal canal is somewhat narrow, but her condition isn't severe enough to warrant surgery. I advise her against the procedure, but she refuses to reconsider.

"My husband is quite… well-endowed. He's afraid of hurting me during sex, so he always tries very hard to hold himself back," she explains. "I can't bear to see him suffer. Please schedule the surgery for me as soon as possible, Dr. Smith."

Her words make me think of my husband, Zachary Hudson, whose size has caused me pain during intimate moments on several occasions. Feeling my face grow hot, I quickly push the thought aside and schedule the woman's surgery.

All of a sudden, the door to the consultation room bursts open, and a man marches inside.

Before I can say anything, Melanie throws herself into the man's arms, calling him "honey".

I stare at the couple, my blood running cold.

As it turns out, the man she has been talking about is the same man I've been married to for two years.

Chapter 1

Sophie's POV

My husband, Zachary Hudson, frowned at the patient, Melanie Sanders.

"If my secretary hadn't seen you at the hospital, would you have gone through with the surgery without telling me?" he asked. "I told you—how I feel doesn't matter. Don't hurt yourself for my sake."

"But it breaks my heart to watch you struggle to hold yourself back…" Melanie cried, her voice full of hurt.

Caressing her cheek, he replied tenderly, "It's okay, silly. Having you by my side is more than enough for me. My sexual needs are nothing compared to your well-being. I'd rather remain celibate for the rest of my life."

Touched by his devotion, Melanie's eyes welled up with tears.

The pair continued their display of affection as if I wasn't even there. Zachary's attention was entirely on Melanie. He didn't even seem to notice that I was in the room with them.

I stood off to the side, feeling like an insignificant third wheel.

Just last night, he had been murmuring against my ear while our bodies were pressed together. He'd taken me again and again with a forceful, possessive desire. But now, he was telling another woman he'd give up sex for her.

"Come on. Let's go home."

Zachary took Melanie's hand and turned to leave, but the latter stayed rooted in place.

"I still want to have the surgery, honey," she said hesitantly. "I want to make you happy, and I also want us to have a baby of our own."

He instantly shot her down. "Even if that's the case, I still refuse to let you do that to your body."

While the two of them were at an impasse, I accidentally knocked a pen off my desk.

Upon hearing the noise, Zachary turned toward me. The moment he caught sight of my pale face, his expression hardened.

Moments later, he composed himself once more and turned his attention back toward Melanie.

"Come on, honey. Let's head home for now."

After he led her out of the room, I collapsed into my chair, my entire body stiff. My chest ached, and I found it difficult to breathe.

I had never imagined that Zachary would cheat on me. But alas, the truth had already been laid bare before me.

I covered my face as tears began to stream down my face uncontrollably.

All of a sudden, a knock came at the door. One of the nurses reminded me that my next patient was waiting.

I hurriedly wiped away my tears and buried my emotions so I could continue to work. I held myself together until my shift ended before finally dragging my numb body home.

By the time I got back, the entire house was pitch-black. I had just reached for the light switch when a warm body pressed up against me from behind.

A familiar scent filled my senses.

It was Zachary.

Before I even had time to react, he had already pushed me down onto the couch.

I couldn't believe it. I had caught him cheating, but instead of offering me an explanation, he was trying to satisfy his own desires.

"Don't touch me!" I screamed as I struggled desperately against his hold.

Zachary pinned both of my hands down with ease.

"You don't want this?" he asked.

I stared at him in disbelief. In a trembling voice, I responded, "Do you have nothing to say to me, Zachary?"

How could he be so calm? He was acting as if nothing had happened.

Frowning at me, he declared calmly, "She won't affect our relationship. We can just keep everything as it is."

I couldn't believe my ears.

"W-what did you just say?"

"She can't satisfy me in bed, and her body isn't fit for pregnancy. You can pretend you don't know anything, and we can keep things the way they've always been."

As he spoke, he pulled out his phone. A moment later, I received a transfer of five million dollars.

"Quit your job," he told me.

I was at a complete loss for words. Then, Zachary's phone abruptly started to ring.

He got off of me to answer the call. When he picked up, his tone instantly softened.

"Okay. I'll be there soon."

He hung up and left without another word. I, on the other hand, was left completely frozen in place.

I sat there in a daze, gradually feeling my heart sink. I knew perfectly well that Melanie was the one who called him.

As tears streamed uncontrollably down my face, I picked up my phone and made a call.

"Please help me draw up a divorce agreement."

Chapter 2

Sophie's POV

I decided to quit my job.

I went to work at the hospital as usual the next day. However, I also told the hospital director that I'd be leaving in a week. He was deeply disappointed by the news and repeatedly tried to convince me to stay.

"Is something bothering you at work? Did something happen?" he asked. "You're a brilliant doctor. Losing someone like you would be a huge loss for our hospital, Sophie."

I felt tears prick at my eyes, but I still turned him down.

I loved my job, and I intended to stay in the medical field. I just needed to continue my work elsewhere.

The director had always recognized my abilities and given me valuable opportunities. Because of that, I felt incredibly grateful to him. Afraid that staying any longer would cause me to waver, I quickly came up with an excuse and left.

When I returned to my consultation room, I saw a familiar figure.

Melanie walked in and removed her mask. "I want you to perform the surgery on me, Dr. Smith."

I forced myself to remain composed.

"Your… Your husband doesn't want you to have the surgery, Ms. Sanders. I really think you should reconsider."

I didn't want to make things difficult for a woman who had no idea what was actually going on. Besides, I was leaving soon anyway.

To my surprise, Melanie grabbed my hand and pleaded, "Please help me, Dr. Smith. You've seen how handsome my husband is. He loves me very much, so he suppresses his urges every time for fear of hurting me. But the longer this goes on, the more I'm afraid that another woman will come along and seduce him.

"We've been together for a year now, but he's never been able to fully satisfy his desires with me. When I tried to give myself to him last month, I ended up with a small tear. Afterward, he spent the rest of the month taking medication to restrain himself…"

Melanie was still talking, but I could no longer hear a single word she was saying.

Zachary's sex drive had always been extremely high. The balcony, the couch, the kitchen… At this point, we'd practically had sex in every corner of our house.

But one year ago, he began working late and going on business trips more frequently.

He'd be away for nearly half of every month. Every time he came home, he'd be incredibly rough with me in bed.

Last month, he was away for two weeks. When he finally returned, he left me so exhausted that I couldn't get out of bed for three whole days. Yet now, another woman was telling me about how restrained and considerate he'd been with her.

"Dr. Smith! W-why are you crying?" Melanie stared at me in alarm.

I hastily wiped away my tears and flashed her a smile. "It's nothing. I just found your story a little touching."

"You're a woman too, Dr. Smith. You must understand how I feel," she told me. "So, please, perform the surgery on me."

I clenched my fist and ultimately agreed. As a doctor, I simply couldn't refuse a patient's request. Besides, her surgery had already been scheduled the day before.

Taking a deep breath, I pushed all my thoughts and emotions aside and focused on the procedure.

…

Everything went smoothly, and the surgery was a success.

Afterward, I removed my mask and went over the postoperative instructions with Melanie.

"Get plenty of rest and avoid strenuous activities. Most importantly, you'll need to abstain from sex," I instructed.

After watching her leave, I turned my attention back to work.

…

Later that night, I was suddenly dragged out of my bed while I was asleep.

My elbow slammed against the floor, and I inhaled sharply from the pain. When I opened my eyes, I found Zachary standing over me, his expression dark with fury.

"Sophie Smith, what did you do to Melanie?"

Chapter 3

Sophie's POV

Clutching my scraped and bleeding arm, I assumed Zachary had found out about the surgery and began to explain myself.

"She asked me to—"

Before I could even finish my sentence, Zachary aggressively hauled me to my feet. Then, he drove me straight to the hospital.

Melanie was sitting on a hospital bed. The moment she saw me, she burst into tears.

"Why would you do this to me? I trusted you, but you deliberately injured me!" she accused. "You stole my husband from me, and now, you want him to divorce me and never have sex with me again!"

My throat felt dry. I had no idea what she was talking about.

"The surgery went well. I didn't harm you in any way—"

"You liar! I was bleeding so heavily. A doctor examined me earlier. He claimed you botched the surgery and mutilated my private parts!" Melanie screamed.

Sobbing even harder, she cried, "You did it on purpose! You wanted to get revenge on me and steal my husband!"

I jerked my head up to look at her before glancing over at Zachary.

"I didn't. There was nothing wrong with the surgery, and I never intended to hurt you," I said. "I'm a doctor. I would never do something like that."

Neither of them believed me.

Crying hysterically, Melanie begged Zachary to punish me.

"Look at what she did to me, Zachary. If you're still going to protect her, I'll disappear from your life forever. I won't bother you ever again. I'm only going to ask you one thing—her or me?"

She stared at him stubbornly, waiting for his answer. A flicker of hope rose within me as I turned to look at him as well.

I was his wife. So, I hoped that he'd believe me. But in the next moment, he pulled Melanie into his arms and gave me a cold look.

"I warned you. Why didn't you listen to me?" he asked. "Since you've made a mistake, it's only right that you pay for it."

The bodyguards behind him instantly stepped forward and pinned me down. I struggled desperately against their hold, and my voice began shaking uncontrollably.

"What are you doing, Zachary? It wasn't me. I didn't hurt her. Please—you have to believe me…" I pleaded.

All I received in response was a cold, dismissive glance.

"Do it."

My heart hammered against my ribs as the bodyguards broke my wrists and every single one of my fingers. An agonizing scream tore from my throat. My entire body convulsed with pain, but the heartbreak I was experiencing felt worse.

"My hands… My hands…" I cried.

My hands were ruined. And with them, so too was my career. I might never be able to perform surgery or work as a doctor ever again.

How could Zachary be so cruel?

Tears spilled uncontrollably down my face. As the pain gradually became unbearable, my vision started to fade.

Just then, I heard Zachary make a phone call.

"Sophie Smith is involved in a medical malpractice dispute. Have her detained for a couple of days."

My eyes shot open in disbelief. I couldn't believe that he was using his connections to lock me up in a detention center.

"You can't do this to me, Zachary! I refuse to go!" I protested.

No matter how desperately I struggled, I was quickly dragged away.

…

The next few days became a living nightmare.

Someone had clearly given the detainees instructions, and I was subjected to horrific abuse every single day. My broken fingers were repeatedly crushed, and my already-fractured wrists were deliberately twisted as well.

In just three days, my entire body was covered in injuries. There was hardly any part of my skin left unscathed.

By the time I was released, I was barely recognizable.

Before I could even leave the building, I was brought before Melanie.

Taking in my battered state, she smirked. "Your current state tells me that Zachary loves me more than anyone else."

It felt as though my heart was being torn apart.

Chapter 4

Sophie's POV

Melanie was right. Zachary loved her very much. That was why he had gone to such lengths to have me tortured.

Even though I had already accepted that reality, my heart still ached terribly.

"This is what you get for being a homewrecker, Sophie," Melanie spat, looking down at me with contempt.

I lifted my head and met her gaze.

"I'm Zachary's legal wife. You're the other woman in this relationship," I rasped.

A flicker of anger flashed across Melanie's face, but she quickly broke into a smile again. "You're really unaware, aren't you? Your marriage certificate is fake. Zachary had our marriage finalized behind your back a long while ago. I am his lawful wife now."

After a brief pause, she added, "Besides, he told me you're nothing more than a woman he keeps around to satisfy his needs."

Upon hearing this, my mind went blank, and I stared at her in disbelief.

Our marriage certificate was fake?

I was just a woman he kept around to satisfy his needs?

"Did you actually think that Zachary loved you?" Melanie scoffed. "He only kept you around because he didn't want to hurt me. You really have no self-respect, Sophie Smith."

As tears streamed down my face, I suddenly let out a self-deprecating laugh. The truth was far uglier than I had ever imagined.

I mistook his constant demands for sex for love when, in reality, it was actually his act of love for someone else.

I laughed harder and harder until my chest began to ache with every breath.

Frowning, Melanie took two steps away from me. "Have you gone mad?"

Staring at her with bloodshot eyes, I abruptly asked, "If I'm just someone he keeps around for sex, then why are you so afraid?"

Her gaze stiffened. My words had clearly struck a nerve, and she quickly lashed out in anger.

She dug her sharp fingernail into one of my wounds. "You think I'm afraid of you? Let me tell you something—Zachary would never be interested in someone like you. I, on the other hand, won't give you the slightest chance!"

With that, she ordered someone to drag me away.

"Let go of me!" I cried. "Where are you taking me?"

I struggled desperately to break free. But after everything I had been through, I barely had enough strength to resist.

I didn't know how much time had passed before I found myself gagged and strapped to an operating table.

Melanie and Zachary were on the other side of the curtain.

"It still hurts down there, Zachary. Would you still love me all the same?" she sobbed, her voice choking with tears. "I can't believe someone else saw me like that. I have no will to live anymore."

Zachary caressed her face. His voice was gentler than I had ever heard it.

"Of course. I love you more than anything else. The people who examined you were all doctors. They're professionals—they don't look at patients that way."

Melanie threw herself into his arms. "No! I don't want the doctors to look at it either!"

"What do you want me to do? I already had Sophie detained to make you feel better. Was that not enough?"

"No, it wasn't," Melanie said tearfully.

Lowering his head to kiss her, Zachary casually replied, "Then we'll use her as a live model for the medical interns to practice on."

Melanie fell silent, while my eyes widened in horror.

I desperately tried to speak, but I couldn't make a single sound. Not long afterward, more than a dozen medical interns were brought into the room.

I was stripped of all of my clothes before being forced into a degrading pose to serve as a live model for their training. Moments later, the sound of nervous swallowing filled the room, and a crushing wave of humiliation washed over me.

Then, from behind the curtain, I heard the sound of heavy breathing, followed by Melanie's voice.

"Do you want to check if my surgical wounds have healed properly, honey?"

Her coquettish voice filled the room, and the sound of Zachary's low, restrained breathing felt like a knife being driven into my heart.

A split second later, a piece of cold medical equipment was inserted into my body.

I let out a muffled groan. My body trembled uncontrollably, and tears slipped from the corners of my eyes.

"You're so good at this, honey. Tell me—who can satisfy you better? Me or her?"

Zachary's low voice rang out clearly through the curtain. "You, of course. To me, she's nothing more than a tool I use to satisfy myself."

My heart shattered completely.

As the noises from the other side grew louder, the air in the room seemed to grow hotter and hotter. Eventually, I heard someone unbuttoning their pants.

"Why don't we see how effective the dilator is?"

I didn't know how much time had passed, but eventually, I no longer had any tears left to shed.

When everything was finally over, I was left on the operating table like a discarded ragdoll in a pool of my own blood.

…

Third-Person POV

After Melanie fell asleep, Zachary stepped outside for a cigarette and made a phone call.

"Has my wife been brought home?"

There was a brief moment of hesitation on the other end of the line. Seconds later, Zachary's assistant, Tom Anderson, replied, "Wasn't Mrs. Hudson taken to the hospital?"

Zachary frowned. Just then, he overheard a group of interns talking nearby.

"That woman felt so good…"

"I heard she used to specialize in vaginoplasty."

Zachary's heart dropped.

He spun around and marched back into the room. The moment he yanked the curtain open, his eyes widened at the sight before him.