I was the most beloved wife of the city's golden boy, and also the worthless woman who begged him for mercy every night on her knees. He hated me because the woman he loved most had lost her life saving my twin sister. She died with regrets, unable to let go of the man she deeply loved, and their newborn son. In their eyes, I was forever the demon who killed her sister. So, I willingly became her substitute, letting them torture me, just to atone. On the anniversary of her death, they hired people to torment me, leaving me barely recognizable. They screamed and roared, "You're the one who should be dead! Why didn't you die instead!" I laughed, feeling utterly exhausted. Maybe they were right. The next day, I took out the divorce papers and turned to leave. But he contemptuously tossed them from the high-rise building, "Divorce? Fine, but you have to jump down there and pick them up. Then I'll agree." Without hesitation, I jumped, determined to die. But he and his son cried their eyes out, whispering beside my hospital bed, again and again: "Please, don't leave us!" …… A numbing pain spread through my limbs, and I woke from the dream, a sense of despair washing over me once more. Groping for the pill bottle beside the bed, I found it empty, as expected. My abused body screamed in agony, and I had no choice but to swallow my wounded pride and get up. This wasn't the first time this had happened. Little Kevin must have taken my meds again. I forced myself to endure the pain, practically crawling as I knocked on Jake's door. Instantly, an impatient voice came from inside: "Riley! What kind of trick are you pulling now? Don't think you can play the damsel in distress and get into my bed!" My head was already spinning, and I begged with a tight throat: "Jake, I'm out of my meds... can you please take me to the hospital!" But the man's door remained firmly shut, and a barrage of scorn came through: "You're not going to say that Kevin took your meds again, are you? Don't use such a lame excuse to try to get into my room! Even if you were stark naked, I wouldn't give you a second glance!" "You've used that excuse thirty times this month, I gotta give you props for dedication! If you want to die, just hurry up and do it! Pay your debt to Sarah!" I leaned weakly against the doorknob, unable to stand any longer, and collapsed to the floor. Just then, the door opened, and my son, Kevin, stood silently in the doorway. He looked at me without a word, as if I were a stranger. He even watched me writhe and curl up with a look of triumphant amusement, as if he were thoroughly enjoying it. I begged him pathetically: "Kevin, can you... call 911 for Mom?" He flashed a smile that chilled me to the bone, despite his innocent appearance. "Dream on! You're not my mom! Why should I want you to live?" "Riley, stop trying to seduce my dad. You were the one who begged Dad to let you atone for your sins. Why are you bothering us now with your shamelessness?" A wave of heartbreak washed over me, and my head became even more clouded. But I couldn't help but ask, "Even if I'm not your biological mother, I'm still your aunt!" Kevin's eyes showed unconcealed disgust, and he stomped hard on my hand: "Liar! Dad said you're just a criminal! You killed Mom! And now you want to seduce Dad!" I was speechless, but I still wanted to ask him. Was that why he switched out my pills every day, knowing I had severe depression, hoping I would die sooner? I reached out to grab him, but the door slammed shut in my face. Jake was right; I'd been begging him for help every day this month. But whether it was the first time or this time, he hadn't given me a second look, let alone gone out to save me. In the eight years of our marriage, I had been completely obedient to him, practically his slave, but he had never treated me like a human being, let alone offered me a kind smile. After Kevin learned to talk, he became even more determined not to let me get close to Kevin. He was just afraid I would teach him to call me "Mom." A few weeks ago, Kevin had sweetly brought me my usual medication when I came home from a late business dinner. I was so moved that I burst into tears because it was the first time in years he had shown me any concern. Without hesitation, I took them, thinking he had finally accepted me in his heart. But I never expected that I would have a full-blown episode that night. That's when I realized he had deliberately tried to make me sick. Since then, it had happened almost every day. No matter how much I tried to protect myself, I couldn't seem to escape his schemes. When I came out of the hospital, it was already midnight. The psychiatrist warned me that if I continued to take the wrong medication, I would be in serious danger. My lips were pale, and my mind was blank as I nodded and walked out of the hospital like a zombie. After a night of turmoil, I lay back in bed, feeling my heart racing, overwhelmed by a sense of impending death. The horrific scene of my sister being hit by a car while saving me still lingered in my mind, refusing to fade. I knew that the only thing I couldn't let go of was her newlywed husband and her newborn child. So I abandoned myself, trying to become her, to be her replacement, to take care of the whole family for her. Jake looked at the wailing Kevin and agreed. In these eight years, I had poured out almost all my energy. But they still treated me like their worst enemy, wanting nothing more than for me to die. As I dragged myself to the hospital, I thought, it's time for me to leave. So I slowly pulled out the divorce papers I had hidden under my pillow. I made up my mind to leave their world for good. 2 Before the divorce, I still wanted to visit my sister one last time and tell her I was sorry. I no longer had the courage or the ability to continue taking care of Jake and Kevin for her. So I continued to play the good wife and mother, enduring their taunts and abuse. Until two weeks later, when the anniversary of my sister's death arrived. On the way to the cemetery, Jake selfishly took the driver's seat, leaving me to carry all the bags. A mocking smile crept onto my face as I stared at the 100-degree heat, nearly passing out. I finally managed to get into the car, only to be unfairly blamed: "Are you deliberately dragging your feet because you don't want to go? You're a murderer, you have no conscience! Sarah won't let you get away with this!" I was exhausted and dehydrated, and I had no energy to argue with him. The father and son laughed and joked all the way, as if I didn't exist. But this luxury car was bought with the money I worked hard to save by investing in projects. I just wanted to provide Kevin with good conditions so he wouldn't feel inferior because of his mother's death. But after that, he never let me drive it, only saying dismissively: "Don't get the car dirty!" I was stung by their intimate banter and could only comfort myself silently. I had already decided to get a divorce. What happened to them was no longer my concern. But what I didn't expect was that Jake still wouldn't let me go before I filed for divorce. In front of my sister's grave, I placed her favorite foods. Just as I was about to wipe her headstone, Jake's cold voice came from behind: "Riley! Get on your knees, now!" I turned around blankly, looking at him in confusion. I only saw the look of disgust on his face: "You swore to Sarah that you would only focus on taking care of us and have no other intentions, but you've been knocking on my door in your pajamas time and time again. How can you face her?" "Get on your knees and beg her for forgiveness right now! Otherwise, don't ever think about coming back to that house again!" After the words were spoken, I pondered his threat in my heart. Looking at Sarah's smiling picture, I felt conflicted. I didn't want to go back to that house at all, but I was still afraid that Sarah would be saddened by the argument. I was silent for a moment, then knelt down anyway. In front of Sarah, I tried to pretend that we were a harmonious and loving family, even if it meant sacrificing my dignity. I comforted myself in my heart, this was the first time and the last time. The small stones constantly rubbed against my knees, and the pain made me even more awake. I still couldn't help but look up at Jake: "Haven't all my efforts in these eight years been able to move you at all?" "Those efforts don't just disappear because you deny them!" Eight years ago, he had stared at the guilty and remorseful me with an ambiguous expression, promising to let me take care of him and Kevin. But after the marriage, everything changed. As long as I didn't follow his wishes, he would roar and threaten to take Kevin away from this house. So, even if he drank until midnight because he missed Sarah and vomited all over the house, I would clean it up without complaint, afraid that he would be unhappy and go looking for my sister. I listened to his words one by one, and I tried my best to meet every request. But after that, I don't know why, he locked his door, afraid that I would go in and do something to him. He even forced me to take birth control pills regularly, even though nothing had happened between us. He glanced at me coldly: "I'm just taking precautions. I'm worried that some people will do anything to get to the top." In the eight years, I hadn't let him go out to work hard once, hadn't let him and Kevin cook once, and had never been stingy with financial assistance. Even the property under my name was written in his name. I had always felt guilty and tried to make up for them, without regret. But I never expected that my sincere efforts would be so worthless in his eyes. Even when I tearfully said these things at this time, he only said lightly: "Isn't this what you should be doing? Don't you owe it to Sarah!" A wave of grievance welled up in my mouth, and I didn't know what to say. He was right, these were all things I had promised Sarah, it was what I owed her, and it was what I should be doing. I lowered my head and didn't say another word of defense. But at this moment, something sharp came straight for my forehead, forcibly smashing a bloody hole. I clutched the wound and looked up, and I saw Kevin with a smug look on his face. He was still weighing a few stones in his hand. Seeing my angry eyes, he wasn't afraid, but even more arrogant! He threw all the remaining stones, cursing: "It's all your fault, you old witch! My mom died to save you! It was you who ruined our family!" "You killed my mom and you still want to be my mom? Do you want to kill my dad too? You're the person who deserves to die the most in this world!" I smiled bitterly. I had heard these words a thousand times. But every time I heard them, my heart still couldn't help but feel sore and heartbroken. Then, he said even more angrily: "Why wasn't it you who died in the first place! It would have been better if you had died! Go with my mom!" My breathing was heavy for two seconds. My head felt tired and weak. He was right, it would have been better if I had died. Then I wouldn't have had to repent and blame myself in the days and nights of eight years, living in suffocating torment and darkness. I slowly got up from the ground. The stinging pain and stiffness in my knees inevitably made me stagger and fall heavily to the ground again. Kevin laughed, clapping his hands as if he had taken revenge, and was very happy. Listening to their gloating voices, I turned my head to look at Sarah's headstone. I said softly: "I'm sorry, Sarah." "I may not be able to fulfill your wish... I've done all I can do. I'm going to... divorce him." 3 On the way home, I was physically and mentally exhausted and fell asleep quickly on the bumpy road. As soon as I fell asleep, a burning pain suddenly came from my face. The sound of a slap was so loud that it woke me up. I opened my eyes and didn't know how Kevin had gotten to the back seat, and he was glaring at me fiercely. "You old woman! My dad is driving, and you're sleeping peacefully in the back? You deserve to die!" I opened my mouth to explain, but Jake looked at me disdainfully in the rearview mirror and questioned: "What did you say in front of Sarah just now?" I instantly understood that he had let Kevin wake me up. But before I could say the explanation 'I didn't say anything,' he said coldly: "You actually want to divorce me?" I forced a smile, clearly he had already heard it, why did he still ask me? However, it just gave me a chance to say it, anyway, I had already made up my mind, hadn't I? I nodded, mustered all my courage, and took out the agreement. I said with my eyes lowered: "I've prepared the divorce agreement. The house, the car, and the money are all yours. I don't want anything, just freedom." But when Jake heard this, he laughed mockingly as if he had heard some big joke. Then he squeezed out coldly from his mouth: "Riley! You're so clever now! You know how to use divorce to threaten me, don't you!" "But do you think it will work? I don't like you at all, let alone try to keep you!" "Even if you die, I won't blink an eye, let alone shed a tear!" I didn't refute, I just watched him silently, because I believed all the things he said. I was afraid that even if I died, he would happily dance on my grave with Kevin. But I still insisted and said: "I'll sign it when we get there, and then we'll get divorced." In these eight years, we only had the name of husband and wife, but not the reality. He was tall and handsome, and he had a lot of skills in doing things, even if he had a child. If he wanted to marry again, it would be a matter of minutes. After I finished saying these words one by one, I thought he would calmly accept this proposal. But I didn't expect that he would tightly pursed his lips, stepped on the gas pedal like crazy, and the temperature was so low that it was unbearable. Until we got to the door of the house, he didn't say a word and dragged me back home. I subconsciously wanted to hold on to Kevin, but he pushed me away. I was stunned for a few seconds. Before, I always fantasized that if Jake hadn't instilled those hateful emotions in him, and hadn't said bad things about me in front of him, would he like me? Or, when he grows up, will he be able to understand my difficulties and understand my efforts? But now I gave up, because I knew it was meaningless. I didn't want to wait for him to grow up anymore. 4 In a dizzy spell, I was thrown by Jake onto the marble in the living room. He was holding the divorce agreement in his hand, and his eyes were bloodshot. He stared at me angrily and roared: "What right do you have to talk to me about divorce? How dare you?" "Did you fall in love with another man? Or do you think you're worthy of your sister?" "Riley! You killed Sarah, and Kevin doesn't have a mother! I'm telling you, stop dreaming! A bitch like you doesn't deserve to be happy!" I smiled, forced back my tears, and didn't want to be too embarrassed. He was always like this, unwilling to accept me, and unwilling to let me go. I tried hard to look up, my voice trembling, pretending to be calm: "In the past eight years, I've done my best for you father and son! No matter what you think, I've done all I can do! I'm worthy of everyone!" Their judgments and opinions were no longer important to me. As for what Sarah would think, I'll ask her personally after I die! So I became more and more confident, and looked at Jake's eyes without flinching. My tone was very firm: "If you don't want to divorce, then go through legal channels, I will sue!" After the words fell, I didn't expect that Jake's mouth would curve into an incomprehensible smile, and he said happily: "Okay!" But when I really heard him agree, I was stunned. Because I knew that he was not someone who would let me go so easily. Sure enough, he clenched the divorce agreement, strode to the window, and stretched his hand straight out of the French window. "As long as you jump down and grab this divorce agreement, I'll divorce you immediately!" I once doubted whether I was hallucinating, or my ears were not sensitive enough. I repeated blankly: "What did you say?" He raised the corners of his mouth evilly, without any hesitation: "Can't you understand human language? I'll throw the divorce agreement down now, and if you jump down and get it, I'll agree to the divorce!" As if afraid that I wouldn't agree, he threw the divorce agreement out the window, constantly stimulating me: "Jump! Don't you want a divorce? As long as you jump down from the 99th floor, I'll sign it right away!" Even Kevin couldn't help but get excited and yelled in my ear: "You vicious woman! Are you scared? I knew you were lying again! You pay for my mom's life!" It seemed that both father and son had expected that I didn't dare, and I would never jump down. But they really didn't understand my pain and torture in these eight years. They wouldn't understand my determination to get a divorce. I looked at the wide sky outside the window, it seemed that Sarah was waving to me! The next second, I opened the window and jumped down without hesitation!
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