After five years of marriage, Luke Sullivan brought home models who could open a store with their sheer numbers. Because of the baby in my belly, I chose to turn a blind eye. Later, he personally dressed me in a princess gown, took me—all dolled up—to the hospital, and shaved my head. Just to make a sick little girl smile. I didn't cry or make a scene. Until our anniversary, when the little girl clamored to go skiing. Luke dragged me to the site to serve as a human cushion for Ava Lin. On the snowy slope, Ava deliberately knocked me flying. Thick blood flowed beneath me. I begged him to save the baby, but he picked up the unharmed Ava and spoke to me mockingly. "Chloe Jiang, you lie more often than I sleep with you." "If you're hurt, find the medical staff. Don't blame me for not acknowledging the child if you delay Ava's treatment!" The baby died in my womb on the way to the hospital. He let his friends laugh and bet on whether the baby would die. I closed my eyes in despair: "Luke, let's stop torturing each other. Let's divorce." ...... The moment the doctor shook his head, I heard something shatter. With trembling hands, I signed the death notification. His friends rushed into my ward, spitting curses upon seeing my bloated body. "Tsk! Bad luck, I lost!" "What did I tell you? Luke is a god. Look at her wrapped up so thick, treasuring this baby so much." Hearing this, I forced the corners of my lips up with difficulty. Multiple fractures all over my body, my abdomen wrapped in bandages, looking like I was five months pregnant. Luke's slender fingers tapped on the table. He never looked at me once from beginning to end. Until a knock on the door, and a paper agreement was thrown at me. "Sign it! Say how much you want directly!" "You're a professional skier, not weak like Ava. A fall won't kill you. Acting like this is pointless!" I looked at the "Voluntary Waiver of Injury Assessment" on the floor and laughed out loud. I raised my eyes, "Luke, the baby is dead." "What if I don't sign?" He paused for only a second, then burst out laughing: "Trying to make me feel guilty? Do you think I'll believe you? Cut the crap and sign, baby Ava is waiting for me." I looked at him, face ashen. He sat in the ward for most of the day, never once asking about my safety. He was afraid I would hold Ava accountable. When he knew skiing was dangerous, he used his life to make me quit the ski team. Now, for Ava, he forced pregnant me onto the snowfield. Luke's eyes were cold, impatience flashing through them. A whole bag of cash poured over my head, stinging my face. "Is that enough? If not, I'll give more!" My fingers gripped my collar tightly. Through the money, I saw my own humiliation. "Luke," my voice was hoarse, "let's stop entangled. Let's get a divorce." If you asked what my wish was at 22. It must be to be entangled with Luke Sullivan for a lifetime. But now, I am truly numb. Luke's expression froze instantly, burning with rage. "Unless I die, you can only endure my torture!" His hand pressed hard on my wound, making me cry out in pain. He didn't know how many steel pins were in my body, nor that I almost died. Even less did he know the baby was already dead. I dared not say it hurt. Couldn't forget, last time I cried pain, Luke called me pretentious. Swapped my allergy medicine for vitamins, almost suffocating to death in the elevator. "Chloe, playing hard to get in the wrong place. Take the baby out if you want to leave! Don't even think about running away with the child." "If you dare not, kowtow every three steps from here to Ava's ward to apologize, and I'll forgive you." I stopped in my tracks, my body feeling filled with broken glass, piercing my flesh with every move. As soon as his voice fell, his friends cheered. Just like that year when our love was passionate and known to all. We had a life-and-death friendship. Back then, I desperately protected him, almost never waking up. He, who never bowed his head, knelt before the Buddha for a long time, copying scriptures with blood. Until the wedding day, everything changed. No questioning, no noise, quietly finished the wedding. From then on, he humiliated and tortured me in various ways. Even the marital home we designed together was completely renovated by him for Ava to live in. Returning to my own home felt like entering a sleazy hotel. Cleaning up the mess all over the floor. Thinking of this, I looked at him with red eyes, pain submerging my reason. "Okay." I don't want to live days like this anymore. Voice falling, I trembled as I unzipped my padded jacket. When I picked up the dagger on the table, he slammed the door and left. Shaking me all over with pain. After he left, the assistant stepped forward. "President Sullivan ordered you to go serve in Miss Lin's ward. Otherwise, he doesn't guarantee that person's grave will remain intact." 2 My movement to turn around paused, tears swirling in my eyes. "Let him do as he pleases." I went to the cemetery and bought a plot next to his for the baby. Knelt for a long time, until footsteps came from behind. Luke hugged Ava, saying duplicitously: "By 'do as he pleases,' you meant coming to protect him yourself? Chloe, what do you take me for? A toy?" He pushed Ava away, ruthlessly pulling me up. "Since you want to protect him so much, let's see if you can." My wig fell off during the struggle. Ava covered her eyes and screamed. Luke pressed the back of my neck onto the tombstone. "With this ghostly appearance, you dare want to be buried with him after death! Will he still love you?" I looked at the scattered tombstone pieces, biting my lower lip until it bled. I love him, but that's my biological brother. On the wedding day, I didn't run away from the marriage, just to see my brother in the hospital for the last time. I defended myself countless times, but what I got in return was being locked in the room watching him intimate with someone else. He ignored me, gently patting Ava's back to coax her. "Ava is the bravest, don't be afraid. Doesn't she look much better being ugly?" The piercing ridicule broke my heart. Tears slid silently. I touched the centipede-like scar on the back of my head. My heart felt cut by a dull knife. To protect him, my skull cracked, stitched eighteen times, I didn't cry pain once. My proud hair turned bald, and I didn't resist. These sacrifices became sharp swords stabbing myself. Sensing my movement, his hand hanging by his side clenched into a fist. Ava stepped forward and hugged me first, teary-eyed: "Sister, it's all my fault. I shouldn't have laughed at you. I apologize." After she finished, she leaned close to my ear and whispered: "I did it on purpose that day skiing. Your baby deserved to die!" My brain buzzed, and I rushed towards her. Ava covered her ears and cried like rain, accusing me to Luke of biting her ear, but I didn't touch her at all. Luke flew into a rage and slapped me. My ears buzzed, a fishy sweetness surged in my throat. Firelight illuminated before my eyes. Luke held that group photo, "Consider this my greeting to him today!" He ordered the entire grave to be blown sky-high. The ashes were blown to nothing. I screamed hysterically, burning to ashes in an instant. I pounced like crazy, but Luke yanked me back. "You're crazy!" I collapsed on the ground, drained of even the strength to struggle. That was the silly brother who raised me, my only relative. Why treat me like this? I am crazy. A thousand words couldn't compare to one sentence from Ava. The facts were right there, why wouldn't he even verify it? Do I deserve to die? My throat tore with pain. I laughed dryly and fell backward. When I woke up, Luke pinned my arm firmly. The moment the needle pierced the vein, I was so numb I couldn't even feel the pain. Then he asked the doctor to take a piece of skin from my arm and throw it into the trash can. I knew he was punishing me. Meeting his gaze, I had no ripples. This is nothing. Once he blamed me for hurting Ava. Letting her stick needles into me. Another time, pregnant and feverish, I begged him to take me to the hospital. He thought I was feigning illness out of jealousy to ruin their fun. Used the baby to force me to clean up for Ava. I never understood why two people who once loved each other became like this. Even the brother who depended on each other since childhood had to be trampled and slandered after death. With trembling hands, I took out my phone and dialed the long-lost number. "Hello, I want to book a sand burial." 3 In our wildest year, Luke said he wanted to be the most beautiful legend in the uninhabited desert. At the most inappropriate age, we decided our resting place for old age. But now... Arriving at the door, the whole villa emitted colorful lights. I knew they were trying different themes again. Sitting numbly on the steps, waiting drowsily. A coat not smelling of Luke was draped over me. "Why sitting here? Luke messing around again?" Only when I saw clearly did I realize the noble man in front of me was Luke's youngest uncle. I smiled bleakly: "Uncle, can you help me expedite my visa?" The man just gave a deep, light "Mn." Early the next morning, Ava stood by my bed with hands on her hips. A basin of cold water poured on my face, her expression hideous. "Did you enjoy eavesdropping last night? Brother Luke praised my performance and gave me the 'Eternal Love' jade bracelet. Envious?" I looked up sharply at her wrist, tears falling unworthily. My brother saved money unwilling to treat his illness, bought this bracelet as my dowry. The thought of them desecrating it like this exploded in my brain. "Give it to me..." Ava narrowed her eyes, hooked her red lips close to my ear, "Dare to bet?" Next second, she pulled my hand and pressed her into the toilet, screaming wantonly. "Help! I dare not anymore!" Luke arrived and pressed me into the bath until I suffocated, carefully hugging Ava into his arms, cherishing her like a treasure. Watching him kiss the dirty water-stained Ava meticulously, my pupils dilated. "Brother Luke, this bracelet must be given by someone important to sister. If I die, I don't want it anymore." Ava cried loudly, tears falling like rain. Luke said nothing, glared at me fiercely. Picked up Ava and rushed to the hospital. I suppressed the churning in my stomach, eyes sore and swollen. Not long after, Luke's bodyguards escorted me to the hospital. Poured medicine into my mouth again and again, then pumped my stomach again and again. Repeated dozens of times until I fell in pain. Tears uncontrollably vomited until fainting. Next door. Luke told stories to the bored Ava on IV, making her giggle continuously. To coax her into stomach pumping, carried jewelry from all over the world into the hospital. I closed my eyes. He spent a year nursing my stomach back to health before. This torment completely ruined it. Luke walked over coldly, meeting my red eyes, clenching his fist. "Chloe, don't think I'm reluctant to touch you. A broken bracelet, I'll compensate you with a thousand." I coughed up a pool of blood, letting tears fall. "Luke, will you only be happy if I die?" Hearing this, Luke's body shook. Turning to look at my lower abdomen, sneering: "Are you willing? The child you tried every way to keep, willing?" I looked at the man in front of me who wouldn't listen, didn't want to explain anymore. Ignoring his thunderous rage, pulled out the stomach tube and left. Outside the hospital, Ava invited me into the car with a beaming smile. Luke held Ava's hand tightly, not giving me a glance. The car was full of tangerine peel smell; he didn't give me a chance to get off. I opened the window. Luke said coldly: "Close it. Ava is pregnant and afraid of wind." My fingertips trembled. He clearly knew how severe my allergy was. I looked at my phone expressionlessly. Luke's face darkened a bit more. Ava giggled: "Sister don't blame, I wasn't feeling well and asked Brother Luke to arrange it." I replied to messages, occasionally rubbing my arms covered in red spots. Getting off the car, I covered my stomach and retched, vomiting until exhausted. 4 Visa approved, mood finally relieved. Made more than ten dishes, Just went back to the room to answer a call, all swept off the table by Ava. Luke wasn't angry, coaxing her patiently. I covered my burning stomach. When my cooking was bad before, he was reluctant to waste a bit. Turns out people really change for the ones they like. I squatted down numbly to clean up the mess, fingers dripping blood without feeling pain. Luke frowned and pulled me up. "Are you that cheap? Or do you regret and feel no one wants you after leaving me, rushing to serve and please me!" My movement paused, meeting his gaze. "Don't forget to sign the divorce agreement!" Hearing this, Luke flew into a rage. Ava wanted to help me up. But before I moved, she fell straight onto the shards. Luke caught her but pushed me into the shards. Every breath hurt like knives in my back. "Chloe..." He panicked instantly. But hearing Ava's cry for help, froze for a second, picked up Ava sideways and rushed to the hospital. I slowly closed my eyes. The servants in the villa were all ordered by Luke to pray for Ava. Opening eyes again, Luke sat by my bed with red eyes. "Chloe, do you feel pain too? Why must you go this far? I'll acknowledge your child, why must you harm Ava!" I was stunned. Ava's child is gone. I wasn't surprised, nor did I explain. He already decided it was me. Seeing me like this, he punched beside my ear: "Chloe, you are as vicious as ever!" Even if my heart is numb, tears still can't be controlled. Luke, aren't you vicious to me too? To comfort Ava, Luke specially organized an auction for her. When I came back to my senses, I was already at the venue. Luke held Ava on his lap, causing envy from everyone. While I, the legitimate wife, was mocked by thousands. "Ava is so good and kind. Today's reward is buy whatever you want, plus your favorite Buddhist treasures." The auction became Ava's shopping spree. Her eyes looking at me were full of smugness. I looked down at my phone indifferently, but Luke's face grew darker. I didn't understand why he was angry. Until Ava sat next to me, hooking a weird smile. "Sister, stop looking at your phone. You'll definitely care about the next item." I looked up in confusion, mind blanking out, blood freezing instantly. Who else could be on the big screen if not my child? "The next lot is the sarira beads specially incinerated by President Sullivan for his lover." As the host's voice sounded, I took out my phone with trembling hands and called the hospital. The hospital said the child's body had been claimed. I stood up abruptly, looking at the unmoved Luke. These weren't sarira beads, they were clearly beads polished from fetal bones. Until the bidding started, I raised the paddle with trembling hands, voice choking: "Ten million!" Luke was stunned for a moment, expression complex. Malice flashed in Ava's eyes, squeezing out some tears. "Brother Luke, why is sister fighting with me? You forgot our child..." Luke indulged without thinking, raising the paddle directly: "Thirty million!" "Forty million!" I dug my nails into my hands, cold sweat soaking my clothes. Don't, don't, please... "Sky lantern!" (Refers to bidding whatever price necessary to win) Instantly, I felt struck by lightning on my skull. Weakly begging Luke: "Luke, please give it to me, okay? Do you know that's our child..." Luke frowned and paused. Seeing Ava weeping like a pear blossom bathed in rain, immediately shook me off in disgust: "Chloe, lie with a limit. Your child is fine. To snatch Ava's things, you really use any means..." "No, my child long ago... believe me..." Guests cursed me for disturbing their fun. He found me too noisy, ordered people to throw me out. Turned and hugged the smug Ava to continue shopping. Until the auction neared its end, someone broke in shouting anxiously: "Wrong, wrong, incinerated wrong."
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