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After My Husband Killed Our Son, I Left Him in Massive Debt and Married Again
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“Mrs. Arnell, are you sure you want to divorce your husband now and give up all marital property?” The lawyer paused, pen hovering above the agreement. “You just helped him secure a contract wo...
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第1章
“Mrs. Arnell, are you sure you want to divorce your husband now and give up all marital property?”
The lawyer paused, pen hovering above the agreement. “You just helped him secure a contract worth billions. And you’re pregnant with his child.”
The lawyer advised me to think carefully.
I only smiled and shook my head.
I just wanted the fastest way to take revenge on a life that had been completely destroyed.
No one knew that I once had a life plan book, a notebook filled with goals I had written for myself and followed step by step.
At eighteen, I fell during an international skiing competition and suffered a concussion. I clenched my teeth, switched to ice hockey and three months later earned a place at Harvard.
At twenty-two, I accepted Dustin Arnell’s pursuit and planned to marry him three years later.
At twenty-four, I founded my own company, became a rising star in the industry and Dustin even knelt beneath the northern lights to propose to me.
At twenty-five, I gave up my career to help Dustin save his nearly bankrupt company after he “lost his memory” in a car accident on our wedding day.
That accident was a lie.
At twenty-seven, I lost my only son, Noah Arnell and was tricked into signing a body donation agreement.
That, too, was a lie.
Three days ago, I finally learned the truth when I overheard a private conversation between Dustin and his first love, Giselle Norris.
“Dustin, you suffered for three years pretending to have amnesia. It was all my fault. I wanted ice cream that day, which caused the accident. And our son, Jonah… for him, you even created an accident so Noah could die and donate his heart. I made you lose your child with Faye. I’m sorry.”
“You are the meaning of my life, Giselle. My child can only be yours. As for Faye, I’ll arrange IVF for her, give her another child and send her to the old house to take care of my parents. That will be kind enough.”
So, the love I protected for years was nothing more than a cage. And my child had become a living organ bank.
When pain reaches its limit, even crying feels useless.
With trembling fingers, I wiped away the last tear at the corner of my eye.
“One week later, I will join the Frost Group. I’ll give you everything you want. Everything, including my heart.”
A soft laugh came from the other end of the phone.
“I can’t wait to hear Dustin call you Aunt Faye.”
***
On my way from the law firm to my son’s grave, an anonymous email arrived.
[Sorry, Perfect Queen. I’ve already booked the main role for your wedding anniversary.]
I opened it.
A video played. Dustin, Giselle and a little boy stood close together on a luxury yacht.
I thought my heart was already numb, but the sharp pain in my chest proved I was wrong.
“Faye, I’m sorry. I have an urgent meeting in Philadelphia. I need to go on a business trip. I’ll make it up to you when I’m back. Also, don’t forget to finish this quarter’s financial report tonight.”
I sneered. His so-called business trip… was it actually a champagne night on a yacht?
As I stepped into the cemetery, light rain began to fall, as if even heaven was mourning.
I hugged my son’s cold gravestone and remembered his small, pale face lying in a pool of blood.
That day was the first time Dustin suggested sending Noah to a full-day kindergarten.
Three hours after Noah arrived, the principal called me. They said he cried nonstop, ran out of the school by himself and was hit by a drunk driver.
When the doctors announced he couldn’t be saved, Dustin arrived late.
He said Noah would be willing to give his life to help others. Then, he signed the consent form and allowed the doctors to take the heart that was still weakly beating inside my son’s body.
In the video, a five-year-old boy laughed freely while riding a jet ski.
“Dustin, good thing we gave up the heart transplant and treated Jonah’s heart rhythm problem with medication. Otherwise, his childhood would’ve lost so much joy.”
Her words pierced my brain like steel needles.
For a common heart rhythm problem, they had taken my son’s heart.
To them, my child’s life was nothing more than a rejected medical option.
The next morning, I woke up surrounded by the heavy smell of Chanel No. 5, Giselle’s favorite perfume.
Dustin stood beside the bed, holding a bouquet of blue baby’s breath.
“Happy wedding anniversary, Faye.”
I glanced at the wilted flowers and said nothing. At the same time, my phone lit up with Giselle’s latest Instagram post.
[My world is small. It only holds what deserves to belong.]
The photo showed Juliet roses worth seven hundred thousand dollars and blue baby’s breath that was thrown carelessly onto the ground.
So, I only deserved what Giselle Norris didn’t want?
I looked up at Dustin. He wore the expression that always softened my heart, his slightly drooping eyes and shy smile.
From today on, I told myself, the only feeling I have left for you is hatred and revenge.
I then went to the company, the place that carried all my efforts of the past five years.
But the moment I stepped inside my office, I saw Giselle standing there. She was holding the only photo of me and Noah. She smiled sweetly, but her eyes were full of provocation.
The next second, she loosened her fingers on purpose. The frame shattered on the cold marble floor.
I raised my hand to slap her, but before my palm could touch her face, Dustin grabbed my wrist.
“Faye, Giselle didn’t do it on purpose.”
Giselle immediately lowered her head, wiping away tears that never fell. Her eyes turned red as she looked at Dustin. But her sharp high heels slowly ground over the thin photo on the floor again and again, tearing a hole through it.
I screamed and rushed forward, but Dustin pushed me back.
I fell hard into the broken glass and blood poured from my palms.
Trembling, I picked up the torn photo. The blood on my hands looked like two red tears streaking down Noah’s young face.
A trace of hesitation flashed in Dustin’s eyes when he met my gaze.
But the next second, Giselle clutched her chest.
“Dustin… my chest feels tight.”
He glanced at me. In the end, he still turned away and carried her into his arms.
I pressed Noah’s photo to my chest and whispered softly, “Sweetheart, Mom will take revenge for you.”
“Just seven more days. I will make everyone who hurt you pay the most painful price.”
第2章
After simply bandaging my wounds, I carefully placed my son’s photo into the drawer with trembling hands. I forced myself to calm down. There were still many things I needed to do.
I watched as all the business contacts and cooperation resources I had spent years building were packed into a single compressed file and saved in my private cloud space. I really wanted to see what Dustin’s face would look like when he had to deal with everything on his own.
Five years ago, after the car accident, Dustin said he had lost his memory and forgotten everything.
But he still remembered my birthday.
I once believed that meant he loved me deeply.
Later, I found out my birthday was the same as Giselle’s.
After that, every birthday gift I received was either a free item that came with the luxury goods he bought for her or something she no longer wanted.
At the time, I was still deeply moved by these small gestures. I poured all my heart and effort into helping Dustin rebuild his company.
Once a month, without fail, he would leave for what he called “recovery treatment for accident aftereffects.”
I never questioned it. Not until the day I saw a folder on his computer titled [Love of My Life, Soul Salvation.]
Inside were sweet photos of the two of them, taken in sixty-six different places around the world.
Only then did I understand how foolish I had been.
But now, all of that was over.
After returning home, I packed my luggage and booked a seven-day luxury cruise for myself.
What I didn’t expect was to meet Dustin and Giselle on that same cruise.
When Dustin saw me, a brief look of discomfort flashed across his face.
“Faye, I brought Giselle to meet some clients, so she can help you with work later.”
I raised my wine glass and took a small sip, saying nothing. I didn’t expose the lie.
The matching brooches on their chests were proof enough. Only guests who had spent money on this cruise line eighteen times within three years could receive that VIP symbol.
More importantly, the person who needed to work hard from now on was no longer me.
“Mom, the captain said the cheese ham we had last time isn’t available today. We agreed to come back next week.”
A clear, cheerful child’s voice reached my ears.
For a moment, I felt dazed. My Noah used to call me “Mom” too, but his voice was never this bright.
He always asked carefully, almost timidly, “Mom… Dad didn’t take me to the amusement park again this time. Does he hate me?”
Back then, I always made excuses for Dustin. I lied to myself, telling myself he was just busy.
Now I finally understood. He had also placed his hatred for me onto my innocent child.
Noah, dear, I owe you too much.
I turned to leave, but a pair of small hands suddenly wrapped around my legs. I looked down and saw a little boy who looked somewhat like Giselle.
Was this… Dustin and Giselle’s child?
Giselle quickly pulled the boy behind her. “Jonah, Mommy is here. Do you want to invite her to have dinner with us?”
I looked into the boy’s innocent eyes and nodded. Perhaps because he shared Dustin’s blood, I couldn’t help searching for Noah’s shadow in him.
But I soon realized I was wrong.
Once we sat down at the restaurant, Jonah loudly demanded a chocolate fountain. The waiter gently explained that the sea was rough and hot chocolate could be dangerous.
Jonah waved his small hand and tried to scratch the waiter’s face.
“Who do you think you are? You’re just a servant. My parents are rich. I can have whatever I want.”
That moment woke me completely. My Noah would never behave like this.
Just as I was about to stand up and leave, the boy suddenly screamed and rushed toward me. At the same time, the ship rocked violently with the waves. I lost my balance and hit my head against the railing.
Jonah crashed into my arms and pushed forward. From the angle of others watching, it looked as if I was about to push him into the sea.
Giselle rushed over like a madwoman and shoved me hard.
“I know you can’t swim. Now you can reunite in hell with your beloved son.”
As I fell, I saw Dustin reaching out. His fingertips barely missed my hand.
The next second, I lost consciousness in the cold seawater.
第3章
When I opened my eyes again, I was lying in an unfamiliar hospital room.
“Water…”
My throat burned with dryness and my voice came out weak and broken. I didn’t expect anyone to answer me in the dim light.
“Faye, you’re awake?”
It was Dustin. His voice was full of joy and excitement.
I frowned and quietly pulled my hand out of his grip. Before I learned about his affair with Giselle, before I knew what he had done to my Noah, I would have melted into that familiar warmth.
Now, every touch from him only made my stomach turn.
“Faye, you’re pregnant. Why didn’t you tell me? This is my fault. I’ve been too busy lately. I didn’t take good care of you.”
He gently touched my lower belly and looked at me with tender eyes.
But cold sweat instantly broke out across my body. I tried to sit up, to get away from him, but I had just woken up and had no strength at all.
“Giselle wants to apologize. You know Jonah is still just a child…”
I waved my hand to stop him. “I’m tired. I want to rest.”
I quietly turned my back to him. Three minutes later, I heard him talking to Giselle on the phone.
“Dustin, I really didn’t mean it. I was just scared when I saw Jonah fall. What mother wouldn’t protect her child? If Faye is angry, I’m willing to kneel and apologize, as long as she doesn’t blame Jonah.”
Her words tightened something in my chest.
Yes. What mother wouldn’t protect her child?
And I failed.
The image of Noah lying on the cremation table forced its way into my mind. His bright eyes would never open again. His once rosy cheeks had turned pale from massive blood loss.
And the hollow place in his chest after his heart was taken out…
Everything reminded me how unworthy I was to be a mother.
My hand slowly moved to my lower belly. There was a new life here now. This time, no matter what, I had to protect this child.
“I’ve already talked to Faye. She’ll forgive you. I won’t let anyone hurt you or Jonah. You’re the most important people in my world.”
“Then… will Faye still be willing to give stem cells from the baby in her belly to help Jonah’s immunity? You won’t stop caring about Jonah just because she’s pregnant, right?”
Her words slithered into my ears like poison. She still wanted to hurt the child inside me.
And Dustin’s answer made my heart sink into ice.
“No. You and Jonah will always come first. As for the stem cells, I’ll make Faye agree.”
I covered my mouth and tried hard not to cry. Dustin, who was deeply immersed in his sweet talk with Giselle, did not notice me at all. He hurried toward the underground parking lot where they had agreed to meet.
Half an hour later, Giselle appeared in front of my hospital bed.
“Faye, how should I thank you? You really are the lifesaver of me and my son.”
“If your unlucky son had not died, how could my Jonah become the only future heir of the Arnell Group?”
“You killed my child.” I looked at her with burning hatred in my eyes.
She didn’t care. She gently touched her chest.
“You really are impressive. You took a company on the edge of bankruptcy and brought it to the stock market. But unfortunately, you’re a failed wife. And an even worse mother.”
Every word pierced straight into the deepest wound in my heart. She knew exactly where to stab.
Before I realized what I was doing, I grabbed her by the neck and slammed her down onto the bed. Her face turned red from lack of air, yet there was still mockery in her eyes.
She lifted a thin finger and pressed hard against her chest.
“Here. This is your son’s heart. If I die, the last trace of him in this world disappears too.”
“Go on. Use more strength.”
I instantly pulled my hands back.
As I watched her walk out laughing wildly, I tremblingly sent a message to Javier Frost.
[The plan has changed. Help me investigate something.]
第4章
Not long after Giselle left, Dustin walked back in.
“Faye, I brought you your favorite beef patties. You’re pregnant now. You need to take care of yourself. You’re so thin. How is the baby supposed to get enough nutrition?”
My gaze shifted from the paper bag in his hand to his shirt.
This man had always been neat and careful about details. But now, three of his shirt buttons were fastened wrong. Through the open collar, faint red marks were visible on his neck.
When he noticed my stare, he touched his nose awkwardly. As he moved, a familiar scent drifted into the air—Chanel No. 5. The same perfume Giselle wore.
He had also forgotten something else. Half a year ago, on the day Noah died, he had been holding beef patties he bought for me too. Ever since that day, the sight of them made my stomach twist.
I looked at him without saying a word. He sat down beside my bed.
“Faye, there’s something I need to talk to you about.”
The memory of his phone call with Giselle flashed through my mind. My hand instinctively covered my belly. I had to protect my child.
I looked at him coldly. “There is nothing left to talk about. You know exactly what you’ve done.”
My strength hadn’t fully returned. The smartest choice right now was to avoid direct conflict.
A flicker of panic crossed Dustin’s eyes.
“There’s nothing between me and Giselle. The breakfast I bought her was all food you don’t even like.”
As he spoke, his eyes darted toward my phone.
My heart tightened. I opened Giselle’s Instagram.
[The greatest happiness in life is sharing breakfast every day with the one you love.
The person who truly loves you will always give you everything you want.
️️️]
The photo showed a table filled with different breakfasts. In the trash bin beside it was a paper bag, exactly the same as the one sitting in front of me.
“Faye, this is a misunderstanding. Let me explain,” Dustin said as he rushed toward me to grab my phone.
The heavy perfume on his body, mixed with the smell of crushed beef patties, made my stomach churn. I gagged uncontrollably.
When Dustin heard me retch, he pushed me off the bed. I stumbled and fell onto the cold floor.
“Faye, you know I have issues with cleanliness. I know pregnancy makes you sick, but you could’ve gone to the bathroom.”
I sat on the floor, too weak to stand. The cold seeped through my body and straight into my heart.
It felt like I was seeing Dustin for the first time.
No, I should have known long ago how fake and selfish he was.
“Ms. Watson, it’s time for your stem cell extraction procedure. Please come with us to the operating room.”
Before I could react, two nurses stepped forward and tried to lift me up.
“I never agreed to any surgery,” I struggled. “Let go of me.”
Dustin stepped in, forcing an apologetic smile.
“My wife hasn’t been emotionally stable since our older son’s accident. She blames herself for his death and still hasn’t recovered from the shock. I’ve already signed the consent form on her behalf. If necessary, you may use sedatives.”
His words exploded in my head.
Because Dustin often blamed Noah’s accident on my carelessness, I once believed that I was the one who killed Noah. I almost had a mental breakdown and was sent to a recovery center. Only now did I understand that he had been planning this all along.
He wanted to label me as mentally ill.
I stared at him and forced myself to stay calm. Slowly, I took out my phone and opened my chat history with my divorce lawyer.
“I’m already divorced from him. His signature means nothing.”
Before anyone could respond, Giselle suddenly stepped forward and wrapped her arms around me, her lips close to my ear.
“Your son’s heart is rejecting my body. If you refuse to give me stem cells, I’ll throw his heart to the dogs.”
I turned to look at her.
“So this was your plan all along?”
She smiled faintly. “Don’t worry. Soon, you’ll be able to go to hell and settle your accounts with your dead children.”
My body went cold as the nurses pushed me out of the ward. My fingers moved across my phone by pure instinct.
I will make everyone here pay the price.
第5章
A huge shadowless surgery light hung above my head in the operating room. The white light made my eyes ache.
“Ms. Watson, the embryo stem cell extraction will begin in ten minutes. We will administer anesthesia now,” the nurse said in a cold voice, like an emotionless machine.
“No…” I cried out softly.
A twisting pain came from my lower belly, as if someone was scraping inside me with a cold, dull knife.
My baby…
My arms were strapped down and I could only struggle weakly. Soon, I felt something warm and sticky spreading beneath me.
“Doctor, please save my child,” I begged in panic. The doctor frowned at me, then turned to the nurse.
“Stop the procedure. The patient shows signs of miscarriage.”
I grabbed his sleeve desperately. “Please, save my baby. I can’t lose this child too.”
The doctor looked at me coldly and pushed my hand away. “Some people aren’t meant to have children. Sometimes, the fetus chooses to leave on its own.”
Those words pushed me straight into despair.
Did I really not deserve a child?
My heart collapsed in an instant. I clutched my hair, crying and laughing at the same time. The doctor sighed and exchanged a look with the nurse.
The next moment, darkness swallowed me.
When I woke up, it was already late at night. I immediately reached for my belly. It was still flat, but the warmth I once felt was gone.
My eyes fell on the hospital wristband.
[Faye Watson.
10 weeks pregnant.
Miscarriage.]
My child was gone.
Standing in front of the bathroom mirror, I cried in silence. Then my phone began to vibrate again and again, breaking the heavy stillness.
In the company group chat, Dustin kept tagging me.
[From now on, all business matters will be handled by Giselle.]
[Giselle is appointed Vice President of the company. She does not need to report to Faye and has the same authority as me.]
I closed the group chat, only to see his private message.
[Faye, the doctor said the stem cell extraction was a minor procedure. After you’re discharged tomorrow, come to the office and help Giselle.]
[Come now. Giselle needs you urgently.]
I took a deep breath.
Perhaps, the one who did not deserve children was him. Not me.
***
When I stepped into Arnell Group, this building where I had spent countless days and sleepless nights, I felt strangely detached.
Perhaps because soon, I would personally destroy everything here.
The receptionist froze when she saw me.
“Ms. Watson… why are you here?”
I said nothing. She quickly gestured to others, then raised her voice on purpose.
“Mr. Arnell is not in the office right now. Would you like to wait until he returns to schedule a meeting?”
I walked straight toward my office. But everything inside was gone.
I pushed the door open.
The business plan I had stayed up eight nights to finish was being used to support a table leg. The simple white walls were now covered with Giselle’s personal photos.
The small ceramic figure Noah had made with his own hands lay broken in the trash can.
In the quiet room, I heard sobbing sounds. I rushed to my lounge room and saw Giselle playing a video on the computer. It was a video of me crying when I missed Noah.
“Giselle, how dare you secretly record me?” I shouted angrily and pointed at her.
She calmly tucked her hair behind her ear.
“I wouldn’t dare. These videos were given to me by Dustin to cheer me up. Didn’t you record them yourself?”
She casually turned the screen toward me. Only then did I realize… Every clip was something I had once sent to Dustin in my weakest moments.
He had turned my most painful and weakest moments into entertainment.
“Oh, right. This isn’t your office anymore. You already know that, don’t you?”
She walked over in her high heels and waved her red-painted fingers. “The storage room next to the restroom. That’s where you belong now.”
Then she called in two tall men dressed in black.
“Dustin arranged them to protect me. They’ll escort you to your new workspace. Everything here belongs to me now, especially the business partnerships you secured.”
I looked at her proud face and said nothing.
Because I knew…
Very soon, she would learn where she truly belonged.
第6章
After I was thrown into the storage room, the leader of the men in black looked at me with a hint of pity.
“You’re too kind. It would be best for you to stay away from Ms. Norris and her people.”
I looked up at him and gently shook my head.
I still had a debt of blood to collect for my child. I would not leave like this.
***
After finishing my packing, I walked into the lobby and ran straight into Dustin. His eyes lit up when he saw me.
“Faye, I knew you wouldn’t forget. Tonight, we’re signing the tens-million deal with the Spencer Group. Giselle’s allergic rhinitis is acting up, so she can’t drink. We’ll need you.”
Before I could respond, he pushed me toward the car.
“Faye, I know the Spencer Family is difficult, but Giselle has also put in a lot for this project. After the signing, I hope you’ll step back and let her take the lead.”
Before getting out of the car, he grabbed my arm and said each word clearly.
I let out a cold laugh.
“Oh? What exactly has she contributed? Did she stay up all night revising the proposal? Or follow the project on-site?”
He clearly didn’t expect me to push back. He stared at me for a few seconds.
“Faye, being this stingy isn’t suitable for a mother.”
I smiled faintly.
Right. I just won’t treat you like my child anymore.
“Dustin, you’re finally here. I’ve been waiting for you for so long.”
Giselle’s voice came over. She was wearing a custom Dior gown and a full set of Bulgari jewelry. She looked flawless like a doll locked inside a glass display.
My gaze paused briefly on her ears, stretched downward by heavy ten-carat gemstone earrings and curled my lips into a cold smile. So, this was her “sacrifice” for the project.
As we entered the banquet hall, the head of the Spencer family approached us with a glass of wine.
“Ms. Watson, Mr. Arnell. Long time no see.”
I smiled and raised my glass. “Sorry I haven’t visited lately, Mr. Spencer. I hope you won’t mind.”
“Mr. Arnell, Ms. Watson hasn’t been in a good mood lately. Please allow me to apologize on her behalf,” Giselle cut in gently as she lifted her own glass.
The head of the Spencer Family looked at her with interest but said nothing. Giselle looked to Dustin for help.
He sighed, took the glass from her hand and passed it to me.
“Faye, it would be more sincere if you apologized personally.”
My heart sank. The glass was nearly full of straight whiskey.
Half a month ago, I had drunk myself into a stomach perforation for work. He had held me that night and promised I would never have to touch alcohol again.
Now, the same man was forcing a full glass into my hand.
The man before me seemed to sense the tension and smiled.
“I was just joking with Ms. Watson. No need to be so serious. I’ve already signed the contract. From now on, I’ll be relying on Ms. Watson.”
Giselle stared at him in disbelief. The man who was said to be the hardest to deal with had signed so easily with me.
A sharp light flashed through her eyes.
“Faye, you’re amazing. Dustin and I have already prepared a celebration dinner for you,” she said warmly as she linked arms with me and almost dragged me into another private room.
As soon as I entered, I saw many business competitors who had lost bids to me before.
“Faye, everyone here wants to learn from you. You won’t be stingy with your experience, right?” she said, locking the private room door behind her.
“Move,” I shouted sharply.
But she calmly sat on the sofa and raised her eyebrows. Soon, four unfamiliar men pushed me down onto the sofa.
“I’ve heard Ms. Watson can drink endlessly without getting drunk. I wonder if we’ll get to see that tonight.”
Someone I had reported three years ago for cutting corners placed an entire box of XO on the table.
I looked around at the cruel smiling faces in despair. Then, the door opened. It was Dustin.
Giselle immediately leaned into him, pressing her chest against his arm.
“Dustin, didn’t you say Faye is incredible at drinking? Can she teach me? Then I can help you more in the future.”
I shook my head at him desperately. “I can’t drink.”
After seeing the hesitation in his eyes, Giselle clutched her chest and said pitifully, “You still don’t believe I can be as capable as Faye. That hurts.”
Dustin looked at me and gritted his teeth.
“Faye, drink.”
After taking so many glasses, the sky outside began to brighten. And my mind was completely numb.
The last thing I remembered was Giselle’s beautiful, snake-like smile.
“Faye, enjoy what comes next.”
She tapped something on her phone. And then, I lost consciousness completely.
第7章
When I opened my eyes again, I found myself lying on a huge bed, surrounded by more than ten naked men.
Five buttons of my shirt had already been torn off. My body lay stiff and straight, my arms and legs restrained. I was so weak that even blinking felt difficult.
“Do we need to give her another shot of sedative?” a strange man’s voice reached my ears.
Then I felt someone touch my thigh. I wanted to kick him away, but my body would not move.
“No need. The dose we gave her will last until tomorrow. Our job is simple. Just follow Mr. Arnell orders and take photos that prove she cheated on him willingly.”
Mr. Arnell? Was this arranged by Dustin himself?
“If you ask me, women should not be too capable. Look at this one. She did everything for her husband and now he is afraid of her. He needs to hold some dirt on her to feel safe.”
“Think about it. Once these photos are leaked, which woman could survive it? Dustin Arnell is ruthless. He’s even willing to destroy his own wife.”
As I listened to their talk, tears slowly slid from the corners of my eyes. I never thought that everything I had done for Dustin would make him fear me so much that he would hire people to destroy my name and my dignity.
What terrified me most was that I could not fight back at all.
“But after we finish taking the photos, we can enjoy her a bit. Ms. Norris said it’s fine as long as she doesn’t die.”
Several men came closer and moved my body carelessly, forcing me into humiliating positions.
I shut my eyes tightly.
I did not want them to know I was awake. I did not want to face what was happening to me.
When they finished taking photos, the door suddenly opened.
Dustin and Giselle rushed in, followed by several people I once called business partners.
Giselle covered her mouth, pretending to be shocked.
“Oh my God, Faye! How could you do this? Is this how you relax and reward yourself every time after signing contracts?”
I forced my eyes open and looked at the people standing at the door against the light. The cruel look in Giselle’s eyes was still very clear. I opened my mouth, wanting to say something, but I still had no strength to speak.
“Faye, you’ve really disappointed me. If Noah were still alive, how would you face him? Do you even look like a mother anymore?” Dustin pointed at me, his face full of pain and anger.
I looked at the two of them acting together and only felt deep irony in my heart. I hated myself for not seeing their true faces earlier. I hated myself for being easily fooled by them and letting my Noah be harmed.
But I also knew, this was the end.
I struggled to crawl off the bed and slowly stood up, stepping back one inch at a time while looking straight at Dustin.
“Dustin, if we ever meet again, let us speak only of hatred and never of love.”
After saying this, Then I turned and jumped. From the thirty-eighth floor.
The fresh air in the high sky made me feel an indescribable sense of freedom.
In the distance, Dustin and what used to be my home were burning fiercely in flames. In front of me were Dustin’s eyes, widened in shock.
I closed my eyes and slowly fell. Eight seconds later, a deep voice sounded inside a private jet.
“Faye, I caught you. This time, you’re not allowed to run.”
I opened my eyes and looked at him, giving a faint smile.
“The sins Dustin and Giselle created… it is time for them to start paying.”