I was born with Epidermolysis Bullosa, my skin as fragile as a butterfly's wings. After my family went bankrupt, I asked my billionaire husband for a loan. Lucas Sterling took me to a tattoo parlor, raising an eyebrow at me. "One million dollars for one tattoo. How much do you want to borrow?" I knew this was his revenge, that I shouldn't touch his canary. But I nodded anyway. The first succubus tattoo landed on my private parts; I bit my tongue until it bled. The second tattoo, the word "Harder" on my lower back, bled profusely. By the time ten tattoos were done, a systemic infection blurred my consciousness. Lucas casually threw a few bills at me. Ten million Vietnamese Dong, less than five hundred US dollars. But this time, I didn't cry or make a scene. I picked up the money and smiled at him. "Thank you, Mr. Sterling. This is enough." Enough to buy a decent urn for myself. 1 Bending down to pick up the last bill, Lucas's leather shoe stepped on my hand. "What did you call me?" He reached out and pinched my cheek. "You usually love calling me Hubby. Why the change?" Blood seeped from my skin more and more, stinging like needles. I lowered my eyes, bowing my head to him for the first time. "Lucas Sterling, give me the divorce papers. I'll sign." In the past, if I shed a single tear, his heart would ache for a long time. But there was no longer any pity in Lucas's eyes. A faint smile curled his lips. "Want a divorce? I spent so much effort nursing you back to health, why would I let another man benefit?" He ordered unquestionably, "From now on, give the master bedroom to Sarah. She's weak and afraid of the cold." I didn't resist anymore and nodded. Walking out of the tattoo parlor, my thin body trembled with pain. I counted the money in my hand. He gave a hundred extra. Just as I was about to go back in to return it to Lucas. I heard the excited voice of the tattoo parlor owner. "Mr. Sterling, a total of ten million people watched the live stream just now!" The string in my brain suddenly snapped. The shame of having my private parts seen by others almost crushed me. Every word on my skin pierced my body with a hundred times the pain. Because I was born with Butterfly Disease, a slight touch could cause my skin to crack and bleed endlessly. It was Lucas who knelt at the door of a famous doctor for three days and three nights, begging for an ancestral prescription. At his most vigorous age, he suppressed his desire and didn't touch me for eight years. Until my condition was under control, we exchanged our first times in bed. Lucas held me in his arms and swore, "I will protect you with my life in this lifetime." But later he met Sarah Miller, a college athlete, while playing ball. She was young, loved to smile, and full of vitality. A person from a different world than me. Lucas said to her in bed again and again, "Sarah, I wish I could give you my life." Now hearing the tattoo parlor owner's words, Lucas seemed to think of something. He narrowed his eyes, "Did you capture her face just now?" "As per your instructions, Mrs. Sterling's face was blurred the whole time." I hurriedly opened my phone. It turned out the words tattooed on me were voted by netizens in the live stream one by one. "Sewer," "Must-Eat in NY," "Master Please Fxxk"... Filthy words covered my whole body. Screenshots of the live stream were going viral online. Now, all of New York was guessing who this faceless female streamer was. Lucas's shoulders relaxed, his voice indifferent. "If Nina Gu were a bit more obedient, I wouldn't have treated her like this." "Sarah should calm down after seeing the screenshots and talk to me." The cold wind outside was biting, but it couldn't compare to the chill in my heart. Just because I didn't allow my husband's initials to appear on another woman. A few days ago, I arranged for bodyguards to forcibly remove the tattoo on his mistress Sarah's chest. However, Lucas retaliated against me tenfold. Covering the filthy words on my neck with my coat. I left the tattoo parlor as if escaping hell. My husband of ten years probably knew better than anyone. Tattoos were the limit of my body; I couldn't bear the pain of removing them. And these disgusting words would become the shame of my life. Instead of returning to the Sterling mansion, I asked the taxi driver to turn around. After my family went bankrupt, my mother moved from a villa to a slum. A single room less than 50 square feet, New Yorkers call it a coffin home. Getting out of the car. I saw an ambulance parked by the road. Two paramedics rushed over carrying a stretcher. The person on the stretcher was covered tightly from head to toe by a white cloth. Unease rose in my heart. With trembling hands, I dialed my mother's number. The next second, the exclusive ringtone I recorded for her came from under that white cloth. 2 Ignoring the obstruction of others, I lunged forward and lifted the white cloth. The middle-aged woman's eyes bulged, as if she had seen something extremely terrifying at the last moment. I shook my head desperately, tears flowing non-stop. "My mother has always been healthy, how could this happen!" The paramedic glanced at me, "Your mother drank Paraquat to commit suicide." No, impossible. Mom loved me as her life, I didn't believe she would leave me easily! I opened the chat app on her phone. A stranger's account had sent her a live stream link. I knelt heavily on the ground, pain and hatred surging in my chest, tears uncontrollable. It was me, I killed my own mother! In the memo were the last few words she left for me. "Nina, don't stay with someone who doesn't love you for my sake." "My butterfly baby, leave New York, pursue your freedom." Kneeling beside my mother's body, I cried like a child. Growing up, my skin often bled because of my illness. Even oozing yellow pus. Classmates looked at me with contempt, as if I were some disgusting monster. Only Mom would hold me and tell me again and again. "You are different from others, you are Mom's butterfly baby." "If you don't want to go to school, Mom will be your teacher." But I refused to bow to fate and insisted on continuing my studies. In junior high, Lucas, who had just transferred, became my deskmate. It was he who fought off those who bullied me time and again. Even if it meant a detour, he insisted on escorting me to school every day. Looking at him then, my eyes were full of light. It turned out that besides Mom, there was a second person willing to protect me. After graduating from college, I secretly invested the money Mom saved for me into Lucas's startup. This time, I won the bet with fate. On the day the company went public, Lucas put the key to a luxury car worth millions in my hand. Countless reporters swarmed in, pointing microphones at him. "Mr. Sterling, why are you willing to buy such an expensive car for your girlfriend?" In front of the camera, he was elegant in a suit, smiling gently. "She was the one sitting on the back of my electric scooter, accompanying me through the startup. At that time, I swore that one day, I would make her the woman in the back seat of a Rolls-Royce." "From now on, you should call her 'Mrs. Sterling'." After speaking, he took out a ring, knelt on one knee, and proposed to me. Lucas interpreted the saying "A worthy wife supports my lofty ambitions, I repay her with ten thousand taels of gold" with actions. At that time, everyone said we were a textbook wealthy romance in New York. I stayed in the morgue all afternoon. Until the staff's words pulled me out of my memories. "Mrs. Sterling, this card payment failed again." The one I just handed over was the last card on me. The man who once bought me luxury cars and mansions now froze all my bank cards to vent anger for his little lover. I suppressed the bitterness in my heart. Took out all the cash and begged the staff bitterly. "I only have this much on hand, can you arrange my mother's cremation first? I will definitely make up the fee." But the staff shook his head at me. "This isn't even enough for the deposit." He looked at me with a hint of sarcasm, "Just bow your head and soften your attitude to Mr. Sterling, what is this money to him?" I closed my eyes and took off the gold bracelet on my wrist. "It's worth at least $15,000. Please, make an exception." He took it greedily and bit it lightly. But soon, he slammed the bracelet heavily on the table. "Calling you Mrs. Sterling is giving you face, how dare you give me this fake!" 3 The bracelet Lucas bought me with his first month's salary was bent by me at this moment. Tears couldn't stop flowing down. Drops of tears fell on the gold-plated iron bracelet. The thin layer of gold leaf seemed to mock my ten years of love. It turned out his sincerity was worthless from the beginning to the end. Picking up the bracelet, I used the remaining money to take a taxi back to the Sterling villa. At the door of the master bedroom. My husband's lazy voice came from inside. "Every time I do it with her, I don't enjoy it. If I use a little force on her, the bed gets covered in blood." "You are still better, I can pose you however I want." I clenched my fists tight and pounded on the door heavily. "Lucas Sterling! You murderer, you killed my mom!" The man's voice carried a slight pant. "Nina Gu, I won't advance money for your family's company. Don't use this kind of thing to sell misery." My face was full of tears, crying uncontrollably. "I never lied to you, but what about you?" "Even the gold bracelet you gave me was fake. What between us is real?!" Lucas hesitated for a few seconds, speaking with doubt. "Nina Gu, what are you talking about..." Inside the door. Came the sound of clothes friction when getting up. But it was interrupted by the woman's kissing sound. "Lucas, do it for another half hour, I haven't had enough yet." "Mm, whatever you say." No matter how I pounded on the door or cursed next, it didn't affect their mood. My anger seemed to become their aphrodisiac. The movements inside became more intense, and the screams higher. Tears couldn't help falling one by one. Curling up on the ground, I murmured my husband's name. Lucas... Can you return the him who loved me before to me? Don't know how long passed, the door finally opened. I saw two wet handprints on the wedding photo at the head of the bed. One left and one right, landing on the smiling faces of me and Lucas. I instantly understood what pose they just used. Lucas saw the tears bursting from the corner of my eyes, an unknown emotion crossing his eyes. He reached out, wanting to support my teetering body. But Sarah suddenly pulled his hand over. Placed it on her lower abdomen. "Lucas, you are too capable. My belly is full of your stuff." "I'm only 22, I can get pregnant soon. Unlike Sister Nina who can't even have a child, what kind of woman is she then?" After speaking, Sarah looked at my belly with contempt. I couldn't accept everything I saw. Trembling, I said, "You clearly had a vasectomy..." Lucas glanced at me from the corner of his eye, indifferent but enough to pierce my heart. "Nina Gu, I had a reversal surgery. Now that my business is big, I need a child to inherit the billion-dollar fortune." My heart, riddled with holes, was pierced again. If not for the initial capital I provided, where would his big business come from? Our first child was lost because my body wasn't suitable for pregnancy. It was Lucas who knelt and bowed before the Buddha statue, swearing never to want children. It was also he who sought a protective talisman for me, praying for my safety in this life.
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