One was my dad, the other my brother. Besides burning me with cigarettes, all they ever did was demand money from me. To pay off gambling debts, I was sold. I thought I was escaping hell, but I didn't realize I'd fallen into an even bigger pit of fire. ... My name is Sadie. I had a boyfriend I loved for three years. He's dead. Died the night before I was forced into an arranged meeting. Jason Hayes took a liking to me. My dad, let's call him Sonny "Got Bucks," sold me to him for fifty thousand dollars. That's right, not married off! Sold! I've been married to Jason Hayes for over three years now, and I'm still a virgin. Even on our wedding night, we slept in separate beds. He said I was dirty, wouldn't touch me. I still don't understand why he married me. I couldn't hold onto my husband, couldn't get pregnant. My wealthy mother-in-law, who already looked down on me, used it as an excuse to torment me relentlessly. She fired the cleaning crew. A three-story, four-thousand-square-foot mansion, and I had to be up at 5 AM every day to clean it spotless. The carpets had to be scrubbed bit by bit with a brush; the glass windows, the marble floors... every day, I had to clean until she was satisfied. If there was even a speck of dust, I'd face her vicious insults and beatings. Three meals a day, I had to cook a variety of dishes for her. If something wasn't to her taste, it went straight into the trash, and I had to start over. Today, just like usual, I finished wiping the windows and mopping the floors. I was carrying a bucket of dirty water downstairs, planning to get clean water to scrub the carpets. My mother-in-law, Eleanor, was sitting cross-legged in the living room doing yoga. Seeing me come down, she sneered, "Oh, finally decided to get up? Sleeping till this hour, you really think you're the lady of the house? Married to my son for over a year and can't even pop out an egg. You really just came here to enjoy the good life, didn't you?" She couldn't see the bucket of dirty water I was carrying; apparently, marrying into her family meant I was just here to freeload. Even though I'd heard these words for over a year, I still couldn't get used to them. I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms. The sharp, brief pain brought me back to reality. I muttered softly, "Having a baby takes two people. How am I supposed to do it alone?" Eleanor clearly didn't expect her usually meek, obedient daughter-in-law to talk back. She got up from her yoga mat, walked over, and swung her hand. SMACK. It landed hard on my left cheek. Her sharp nails grazed my eyeball, leaving a red scratch that beaded with blood. Five red finger marks instantly appeared on my face. "Useless, cheap trash! Can't even keep your own man interested, and now you dare talk back to me?" After hitting me, as if she'd touched something disgusting, she wiped her hand with a Hermes silk scarf and tossed it into the trash can before heading upstairs. I clutched my burning, swollen cheek. My eye throbbed, and tears streamed down uncontrollably. For a moment, I thought I was going blind. The maid brought over a bowl of freshly brewed herbal tonic, slamming it down on the table so hard that half of it spilled. "Such a good man, Mr. Hayes, how did he end up marrying a jinx like you? Giving you this expensive medicine is such a waste. Even a hen lays eggs better than you." Less than a month after I married in, Eleanor had somehow gotten hold of some folk remedy for fertility. Every morning, she forced me to drink a bowl of this dark, bitter herbal sludge. In this mansion, no one respected me. I was like a dog—no, worse than a dog. I couldn't fight back. Humiliated and numb, I picked up the bowl and drank every last drop. The maid looked even more contemptuous, spat on the floor, and strutted back to the kitchen to prepare lunch. A child. I need to have a child. I pulled myself up from the floor and dialed Jason's number. A familiar female voice answered on the other end, "Sorry, the number you have dialed is currently unavailable. Please try again later..." I didn't give up. I sent him a text message: "Can you come home tonight? Mom isn't feeling well and wants to see you." I lied. I knew deep down, given how much Jason despised me, he wouldn't come back just for me. But he was a devoted son. He was illegitimate. His mother had struggled to raise him, ruthlessly outlasting the original wife to finally marry his father. Then Jason had somehow gotten rid of the first wife's son and inherited the company. If his mother was in trouble, he would definitely come back. Even though the lie was flimsy and easily exposed, I didn't care. As long as he came home. 2 That evening, I took a shower and put on a sexy lace slip dress. The fabric was sheer, hinting at the curves underneath, showcasing my figure perfectly. I couldn't believe Jason wouldn't be tempted, unless he wasn't a real man! Oh, right! I didn't put on any perfume. He hated perfume. Jason came home. He didn't even glance at me, just walked right past me and went straight to Eleanor's bedroom. I just stood there by the door, watching him. Eleanor opened her door, ready to scold someone, but saw her precious darling son instead. Her wrinkled face broke into a smile like a blooming chrysanthemum. Jason saw his mother bouncing around, perfectly healthy, not looking the least bit unwell. He knew I had tricked him. Jason suppressed his anger, chatted with his mother for a while, then made an excuse about work and prepared to leave. The moment her door closed, Jason grabbed my throat with one hand, squeezing hard. I clawed at his hand, struggling desperately. Only when the air grew thin and I couldn't breathe did he finally let go. I collapsed onto the floor, gasping like a dog, gulping down huge breaths of fresh air. Jason grabbed my chin, forcing me to look him in the eye. "Remember this lesson. If you ever dare to deceive me again, you better figure out how you want to die." After saying that, as if he'd touched something disgusting, he wiped his hand with a tissue and threw it on the floor. Ha! Like mother, like son. Even their gestures of disgust were identical. I stood up and wrapped my arms around his waist, standing on my tiptoes to kiss his lips. Compared to not having a child, what was this threat? I wasn't afraid! Jason forcefully pried my fingers off him and slapped my right cheek hard. My mouth filled with the taste of blood. I couldn't hold it back and spat out a mouthful of blood, along with a tooth. Apparently still not satisfied, Jason kicked me square in the chest. I tumbled down the stairs, my forehead hitting a pillar. Blood started streaming down. I curled into a ball, consumed by pain, breaking out in a cold sweat. "If you won't touch me, why did you even marry me?" Jason looked like he'd heard the biggest joke ever. "Marry you? I bought you for fifty thousand dollars! Look at how you're dressed. Even the hookers downtown look classier than you." Maybe my appearance was too frightening, or maybe Jason had a shred of conscience. "Just behave yourself, and I'll make sure you have food and shelter. If you dare to dream about things you don't deserve again, don't blame me for making your life a living hell." I grabbed the pillar and shakily stood up. "Ha! Isn't everything I'm suffering through your fault?" Jason spat out a curse, "Delusional," and left the mansion. 3 I was halfway through crudely bandaging my head wound with gauze when everything went black, and I passed out. I thought I might die, but damn it, I have strong luck. I was still alive and kicking. I went to my dad's place and rang the doorbell. Dad opened the door. Seeing me, his face fell. "You show up empty-handed? Got some nerve. I lost over ten grand gambling recently, and your brother needs cash for his business idea. Don't need much, just give us fifty grand." They couldn't see the freshly bandaged wound on my forehead. All they could talk about was fifty thousand dollars. Really, my wonderful father and brother. I cried out, my voice raw with anguish, "Dad, I want to divorce Jason! He hits me! I can't live like this anymore! I'm going to die!" But Dad only loved himself, and after that, money and his son. A daughter, in his eyes, was just a tool for making money. Dad took the smoldering cigarette butt from his lips and pressed it against my back. "You worthless girl! I raised you all these years, even found you such a rich family. If you dare divorce him, I'll kill you, you worthless brat!" My dear brother Rick chimed in, fanning the flames, "Jason's so rich! If you divorce him, who are we gonna get money from? Why are you being so selfish?" Selfish? I almost laughed out loud from the absurdity. Ever since I was little, just because I was a girl, they bullied me in every way possible and demanded money. Burned me with cigarettes when drunk, burned me when they lost at gambling, burned me when my brother cried, burned me when they were just in a bad mood. On top of that, I earned the money for their drinking, I earned the money for my brother's schooling, and this time, selling me was to pay off gambling debts... Suddenly, I didn't want to endure it anymore. I snatched the cigarette butt from Dad's hand and burned his hand with it. Seeing the blister form, a surge of vengeful satisfaction washed over me. Watching him howl in pain, I threw the butt on the floor, stomped it out, and ground it under my heel for good measure. Dad broke free from my unexpected attack and cursed me viciously, "Why don't you just die? Go die! When you were born, I should have strangled you or thrown you in the river to drown!" Then, he snatched my purse, opened it, and rummaged through everything. Not a single dollar inside. Dad threw the purse back in my face. "Call Jason right now and tell him to bring fifty grand over! Your brother and I need the money." "I don't have any money, and Jason won't give me any." Rick got even angrier. "You gotta pay even to sleep with a whore! Why the hell shouldn't Jason give you money? Do you just let him screw you for free every time? So damn useless, why don't you just die?" I missed my ex-boyfriend. He taught me what love was. But he was gone. The only person in the world who ever loved me was dead. Maybe I should go join him. Only by dying could I escape my father and brother, could I stop suffering the torture and humiliation from Jason and his mother.
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