I married the poor student my family sponsored. On our wedding night, after he took my virginity, he got up and left without any hesitation. He shook off my hand trying to keep him, his eyes full of disdain. "I've already touched you as you wished, what more do you want? Being so cheap, do you need me to find another man to serve you?" The next moment, he actually swung a knife and chopped off the finger that had touched me. Dragging his mutilated hand, he went to find the girl, also a poor student, whom he kept as a mistress outside, begging for her pity. "Mia, I didn't bring the dirty hand back. I'm clean. Please let me accompany you." Later, I also kept a poor student. But he held my hand with red eyes, refusing to let go. "Sarah, please don't abandon me." But why did he think I would want a dirty cripple? 1 When I got out of Leo's bed, my legs were weak. Picking up the clothes on the floor, I was about to leave when someone grabbed my wrist. Leo looked pitiful, like a puppy about to be abandoned. "Sister, can you divorce and let me marry you?" "Okay." He had prepared a bellyful of words to persuade me, but in the end, he opened his mouth and froze for a moment, then hugged me into his arms. "Sister said this..." Perhaps afraid I would go back on my word, he childishly wanted to pinky swear with me. "Three days later, I will send the betrothal gift to sister. We will hold the wedding in a month. You don't need to worry about anything, I'll prepare..." Coming out of Leo's place, I drove home after all. I thought Lucas wouldn't be there, but I ran into him. This was the first time we met since the fallout that day. He was wearing a loose bathrobe, and the exposed skin was covered with post-coital red marks. Seeing me for a moment, the disgust in his eyes couldn't be suppressed. He held a freshly brewed coffee in his hand, the mutilated finger wrapped in gauze, looking very dazzling. He glanced at me casually, his tone full of sarcasm. "What, went back to snitch?" "Before marriage, you knew I didn't want to marry you, but you insisted on marrying me. Now it's like this, what are you still making a fuss about?" He spoke carelessly, took a breath, and spoke again with a generous look. "However, Mia is generous and doesn't mind living under the same roof with you. In the future, you will be responsible for taking care of me and her life. As long as you don't cause trouble anymore, I reluctantly won't kick you out, nor divorce you." I was amused by these words. This house is mine; even a chopstick was bought by me. That person entered my house, slept with my husband, and asked me to serve them, this adulterous couple. It's amazing he could say it. Does he really think I can't live without him? I glanced coldly at the face that once made me dream, and replied coldly. "No need to be reluctant, we divorce now." I handed him the divorce agreement I printed when I came back. A crack appeared on Lucas's originally cold face. He frowned instantly and said angrily. "Sarah, threatening me with such despicable tricks, do you think I will compromise?" "I won't abandon Mia!" He thought I was playing hard to get. But after he left me on the wedding night and chopped off the finger that touched me... I really wanted a divorce. Looking at his appearance of wishing to fight me desperately for Mia, I suddenly wanted to find an answer. "Then why didn't you say before marriage that you must have that Mia?" "You said I insisted on marrying you, but clearly you proposed marriage to my dad. Who is making trouble?" 2 When my dad brought him back back then, it was true that he intended to make him a live-in son-in-law, but he didn't deliberately matchmake me and him. It was his repeated approaches that made me secretly fall for him. Although he never clarified the relationship between us, he still did everything couples should do with me. Only missing the last step. I thought we were in love, until he came back from a business trip a year ago, everything became different. He started to be cold and indifferent to me, even resisting contact with me. I thought he had a change of heart, but in a flash, he asked my dad for marriage with me again. From trying on wedding dresses to buying wedding rings, he was absent with the excuse of being busy. I asked him if he encountered any trouble. He fobbed me off with the excuse that the company was too busy. I was worried about him and even begged my dad not to put so much pressure on him. Even secretly bought a seven-figure watch to give him to make him happy. Thought everything was a beautiful beginning. Until the night of the wedding, he acted uncharacteristically, chopped off the finger that touched me, and said those words to me. "I married you only because of gratitude. Don't hope for anything else." "This counts as touching you. Take care of yourself." He shook off my hand and left home without any nostalgia. I followed him secretly without knowing why, and saw in front of a dilapidated residential area, he used his bloody hand to carefully embrace the poor student we sponsored. He pressed against her neck, speaking heartfelt love words to her affectionately. "I married her just to give you a better life. When I grasp real power, I will divorce her and marry you." He even raised the hand with the severed middle finger, claiming credit from the person opposite. "Look, Mia, I didn't bring the dirty hand back. I'm clean. Please let me accompany you." At that moment, the sky collapsed and the earth cracked, only the sound of the world collapsing filled my eardrums. So marrying me was just to let this woman live a good life? I really didn't know whether to be happy for his true feelings or sad for myself. "Sarah, you..." He stepped forward angrily and grabbed my arm. The pain brought my thoughts back. Mia came down from upstairs at this time. 3 She was wearing my silk pajamas and walked quickly to me. Started crying before opening her mouth. "Sister, please don't be angry with Lucas. It's all my fault. I love him too much. I swear I won't destroy the relationship between you. Please don't drive me away, okay?" She raised her hands, holding a red string in her palm, like offering a treasure. "I knew sister would be unhappy, so I used all my savings to buy this for sister to apologize." I looked at the nine-dollar-ninety red string in her hand, and the corner of my mouth pulled out a sneer. Seeing this, Lucas scolded me with a black face. "Sarah, to what extent do you want to bully Mia?" "Mia is so good to you, yet you give her attitude?" He protectively held Mia in his arms distressedly, but looked at me as if wishing to kill me. But what did I do wrong? When I first met Mia, I wasn't prepared. Casually gave her a bracelet I just bought, but was despised. "Sister, I know I don't deserve your good things, but sister can't humiliate me like this, deliberately buying cheap gifts for me." That bracelet was a special model of a big brand, without any logo. I knew she misunderstood, kindly explained, but was said to be mocking her for not seeing the world. Because of this, Lucas complained about me for a few days. Now she takes a broken red string and wants me to forget that she destroyed my marriage... Who is bullying whom? Too lazy to look at the two, I turned to leave. But the person behind me was relentless. Mia grabbed the corner of my clothes, and the next moment she knelt down in front of me with a thud. "Sister, all mistakes are my fault. If you look down on me, I accept it. Just beg you not to be angry with Lucas." She looked at me like she had been bullied, but I saw the bracelet on her wrist. That was the dowry my mom left me, and also her relic. Anger filled all my nerves. I can ignore her wearing my pajamas and sleeping with my man, but I can't ignore her taking my mom's things. I grabbed her wrist, trying to take the bracelet off. Result next moment, I was pushed to the ground. Lucas reached out and pulled the person up from the ground to protect her behind him, turned his head and scolded me. "Sarah, you are simply bullying people too much..." "That's my stuff!" I roared. Lucas's gaze paused on Mia's wrist for a moment, then frowned and argued. "You have so many jewelry, it's a waste not to wear them. Mia just borrowed it to wear, what's the fuss?" "Mia has lived a hard life since childhood, family poor, not even a decent piece of jewelry. What's wrong with lending her to wear? Besides, it's not like she won't return it to you. Why are you so stingy?" But he should know what that bracelet represents to me? Meeting my red eyes, he seemed a little guilty and looked away. "Big deal, I'll let you attend the birthday party in three days. Are you satisfied now?" He looked like he was giving me alms, expecting my gratitude. Mia stood up to object. "No!" Perhaps realizing her loss of composure, she cleared her throat and explained softly. "It's my fault for wearing sister's things privately. I won't do it again. Lucas, you don't need to wrong yourself for me. Birthday is such an important thing, it can't be used as an exchange condition." She turned to look at me again, begging in a low voice. "Sister, I know I don't deserve to wear good things. I'll just return the bracelet to you..." She seemed to be acting out of spite, taking the bracelet off her hand. Next moment, she threw it directly at me. 4 The bracelet fell to the ground with a sound, instantly shattering into pieces. Fragments cut my exposed calf. But I didn't feel any pain at all, only the fragments on the ground in my eyes. The moment the bracelet shattered, it seemed to sever the last bond between me and my mom. Still remember before the sickbed, my mom put the bracelet in my hand, instructing reluctantly. "In the future, this bracelet will be mom's protection for you. Rest assured, as long as the bracelet is there, mom is always there." But now this bracelet is broken. Heart bleeding, hands holding the bracelet were trembling. I couldn't believe this was true, stubbornly trying to gather them together again. But broken is broken, how can it be reunited. I looked up at the people above with red eyes. Lucas hurriedly protected the person tightly behind him, saying nonchalantly. "She didn't mean it. It's just a broken bracelet, I'll compensate you." I retorted with a hoarse voice and a sneer. "This bracelet is eight million. Do you think you can afford it?" Lucas's eyes darkened immediately. He felt I was insulting him for being poor. For so many years, I carefully maintained his pitiful self-esteem. Even if he ate from our family and wore from our family, I still told him that he deserved all this. Maybe hearing too many lies, he really developed a sense of superiority. I held those fragments and slowly stood up from the ground. Mia seemed scared, body trembling, but still walked out from behind Lucas. She knelt down to me again, kowtowing hard. "Sister, I was wrong. I didn't expect you wouldn't catch it. I really didn't mean it." "Please don't have a rift with Lucas. He hasn't had an easy life in your family for so many years. If there is any fault, it's all mine." Even at this moment, she didn't forget to provoke the relationship between me and Lucas. She postured to kowtow again, but was pulled up from the ground by Lucas. He glared at me, determined to cut me into pieces. "You did so much, just to drive Mia away and get me, right?" "I fulfill your wish, I'll go to you tonight. Are you satisfied now?" I looked at Lucas coldly, asking disdainfully. "Why do you think you are more important than eight million?" "Lucas, let's divorce." Lucas's pitiful self-esteem was touched again, raising his hand to grab me. "When will you stop making trouble? Are you only happy if Mia is sad?" "Stop messing around, okay? I'm really tired." He looked helpless, as if exhausted by my torture. "Calm down first. I'll come to find you tonight." Turned around and left with Mia. The moment the door closed, all grievances and anger poured out. Don't know how long I cried squatting on the ground, the doorbell rang outside. When I opened the door, I saw several men in black carrying boxes in their hands, bowing to me respectfully. "Miss Sarah, this is our young master's betrothal gift. Ten boxes of gold and silver jewelry, five boxes of antique calligraphy and paintings, twenty boxes of haute couture clothes and bags, and one billion cash gift. Please check." I looked at these people in surprise, asking puzzledly. "Your young master is..." "Leo, young master of the Zhou family."
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