Chapter 3

Mario's body stiffened. He looked up in disbelief.

"Divorce? Aurora, have you lost your mind?"

He grabbed my hand roughly.

"Just because I asked you to help Neyland?"

"You're the one who hurt Neyland, what right do you have to play the victim here?"

Mario released his grip and sneered.

"Fine. After the divorce, you'll cover Grandma's medical expenses."

"And everything you're wearing from head to toe—I bought it all. Take it off. Now."

My entire body went cold.

Grandma had been like a mountain of kindness to Mario and me.

It was she who sold scrap to feed us, two children she'd picked up off the streets.

She'd only had brain tumor surgery last year and was still hospitalized for recovery, unable to even get out of bed.

Mario knew full well that I had no standing in the Williams family and couldn't possibly afford the astronomical medical costs.

Not only did he not believe me, he was making me strip in front of all these people, and he didn't even care about Grandma's life.

Seeing that I remained silent, Neyland stepped forward and tore off the outer layer of my wedding dress.

I was left in nothing but thin undergarments.

She put on a pitiful expression.

"Since Aurora won't help me, at least let me vent a little."

She reached for my straps again.

"Your body's already been seen by everyone anyway. What's one more person?"

I couldn't take it anymore and grabbed her hand, but Mario shoved me away hard.

He gently lifted Neyland into his arms, his expression full of disgust toward me.

"Enough! You're the one who wronged Neyland. Stop being so unreasonable."

"Tomorrow I'll take you to Chris's place myself."

With that, he turned and left carrying Neyland.

I walked outside and picked up my clothes one by one under the servants' mocking laughter.

But on my way out of the Williams estate, a masked man suddenly covered my mouth and nose.

When I opened my eyes again, I'd been tied up in an unfamiliar place.

Chris smiled as he removed his jacket.

"Aurora, didn't expect this, did you? Neyland sold you to me ages ago."

"It was all just an act. I never thought Mario would care about her so much."

"He actually handed over his newlywed wife just like that."

Looking at the lecherous man before me, my terror surged up again.

Those nightmare memories—I would never forget them as long as I lived.

My voice trembled.

"Let me go... I'll give you whatever you want."

Chris froze for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"A real daughter who's worth less than a fake one—what could you possibly give me?"

His greasy hand stroked the side of my face, then his eyes lit up.

"Oh right, let's watch something first to get us in the mood. You'll definitely love it."

As soon as he finished speaking, a video appeared on the huge television screen.

The people on screen were actually Mario and Neyland.

They were tangled together on our wedding bed, sex toys scattered across the bed I had decorated with my own hands.

In the video, Neyland gave the camera a sweet smile.

"Mario, what if Aurora finds out about us?"

Mario's hoarse voice responded.

"So what if she does?"

"She's already been touched by that kind of person. I feel sick just sleeping with her."

Hearing those words, my entire body shook.

During that period, I'd been in a daze, attempting suicide several times.

It was Mario who cried with red eyes, begging me over and over not to leave him, saying that no matter what happened, he would love all of me.

It had all been lies.

But it wasn't my fault. I had only trusted him, only wanted to accompany the frightened Neyland.

Chris laughed mockingly and turned the volume up to maximum. The moaning grew louder and louder.

"How does it feel? Pretty exciting watching your man with another woman, isn't it?"

As he spoke, Chris's hands began wandering over my body.

Suppressing my disgust, I bit down hard on his hand, then struggled free from the ropes with all my strength.

But Chris was a man after all. After recovering, he kicked me viciously.

I was thrown several meters, and intense pain shot through me. My weak body immediately coughed up a large mouthful of blood.

Chris's body stiffened. "You bitch, how are you—"

But before he could finish, I used my last bit of strength to run out.

I never expected that as soon as I rushed onto the street, I would lock eyes with Mario, who was holding Neyland.