The day Everett Sterling’s plane crashed into the ocean, I nearly went mad, plunging into the waves to end my own life and follow him. It wasn’t until I was rescued that I realized it was all just a cruel, malicious April Fool’s joke. Right before I lost consciousness, I heard his little canary say in that sickeningly sweet, mocking tone: "Everett, your wife really loves you to death. If she knew you were just testing her, she’d probably go crazy, right?" He chuckled, his voice devoid of any warmth: "Crazy? After Serena had the baby, she’s been as docile as a caged rabbit. As long as you guys keep your mouths shut, this is the last time I’ll test her loyalty." The crowd burst into laughter, everyone promising to keep the secret. Laying on the stretcher, I couldn't shed a single tear anymore. Everett didn't know, but that was also the last opportunity I would ever give him. From then on, my love for him dropped to zero. Chapter 1 When I woke up, I was in a private hospital in Manhattan. A peeled apple sat on the nightstand. In the past, whenever I was sick, Everett never showed up. He would only have his assistant send over a pile of flashy, expensive supplements. Seeing my calm expression, he picked up a slice of apple and held it to my lips. "Happy to see I'm not dead?" I turned my head away, avoiding the apple. I caught a glimpse of a faint purple hickey just below his collar. My voice was as calm as a pool of dead water. "Everett, let's get a divorce." His hand paused. Then, he simply popped the apple slice into his own mouth, chewing it loudly. A hint of amusement flickered in his eyes. He made a phone call right in front of me. Soon, his assistant brought Leo in. I hadn't seen him in a few months. Five-year-old Leo had grown a bit taller. However, the look in his eyes when he saw me was still full of distance and disgust. Shortly after Leo was born, he was taken to the Sterling estate in Long Island to be raised by his grandfather. I only got to see him during holidays. I knew exactly why Everett brought the child to the hospital. In the past, whenever he partied too hard outside and I gave him the silent treatment, he would use our son as a shield. I had lost count of how many times he had used this exact same trick. But this time, this trump card was no longer my weakness. Looking at Leo, who had gained some weight, I didn't smile. Leo frowned in displeasure. He was simply a miniature version of Everett, even speaking with the exact same tone: "Serena, you're still so boring and strict. Daddy, I don't want to stay here. I want to go back and have Mommy Lila play Legos with me..." Mommy Lila? No wonder he refused to call me Mom. He had already acknowledged someone else as his mother long ago. Everett's gaze instantly turned sharp. Leo obediently shut his mouth, but voluntarily buried himself in my arms, muttering: "Daddy yelled at me!" Usually, I would hold him tightly, but this time, I pushed him away. "Go complain to your Mommy Lila." Those two identical faces froze at the same time. I stared straight into Everett's eyes, speaking word by word: "Everett, I'm serious about the divorce. I'm not joking." A flash of anger crossed his eyes, quickly morphing into mockery. "Serena, playing hard to get is only fun up to a point. If you really piss me off, you'll never see your son again for the rest of your life." So he thought I was just taking a step back to gain an advantage. I remembered last year, when he got into a scandal with a starlet that ended up with her in the ER. I asked for a divorce. He locked me in our penthouse for six months and refused to let me see Leo. I gave in back then. But it was also that time I realized I couldn't bring myself to love him anymore. "Everett, I'm moving out as soon as I'm discharged." I looked right at him, my gaze unwavering. Realizing I wasn't throwing a tantrum, his face turned serious. "You want a divorce? We'll see if you actually have what it takes." After he led Leo away, I picked up my phone and sent a message to an unknown number: "I've thought about it. I'll leave as soon as the National Dance Championship is over next week." Chapter 2 After being discharged, I returned to the Sterling estate, packed a few things, and headed to the dance studio. Since I had decided to leave, I didn't want any more entanglements with Everett. However, as soon as I walked in, my colleagues' looks were complex and subtle. A colleague I was usually close to pulled me into a corner and asked worriedly: "Serena, how did you offend 'Mrs. Sterling'? Not only did she steal your competition spot, but she also made the boss fire you." Mrs. Sterling? Following her gaze, I looked toward the center of the stage. Lila Rose was wearing a haute couture dance outfit, exuding the aura of someone entirely spoiled. I almost forgot, she had always paraded around outside calling herself "Mrs. Sterling." At that moment, she was arrogantly soaking in everyone's envy, until she spotted me in the shadows. "Serena, I'm so sorry. The boss felt my style was better suited for the championship, so the only spot went to me." Before, she used to hide her claws around me. Now, she dared to walk all over me. "Lila, what exactly is your style? A stripper's style? Do you dare tell everyone your real identity?" She used to be a cam girl famous for pushing boundaries, and only got into this high-end studio because of Everett's connections. Lila's face flushed bright red, and tears quickly welled up in her eyes. Just then, an arm wrapped around her waist. Everett appeared in front of me, his gaze overwhelmingly oppressive. "And what exactly do you think your identity is?" I opened my mouth, but a wave of bitterness rose in my throat. His mother died saving me. Nine years of marriage, even giving him a child, couldn't offset the weight of that life. When he was drunk, he would grab me by the throat and roar: "Serena, you married into the Sterling family to atone for your sins, not to play the rich wife! Don't forget your place!" Seeing me zone out, Everett leaned in close and lowered his voice: "Serena, if you want to keep this job, crawl back to the estate like a good girl." I finally understood. He was the "boss" Lila mentioned. He gave the spot to Lila and forced the studio to fire me, all to make me bow my head, admit my mistake, and take back the word 'divorce'. Seeing I remained unmoved, he sneered: "Gotten tough now, huh? Want to escape my control? Then I'll break your wings and see how you try to fly." He made a phone call. Less than five minutes later, my best friend texted me: "Serena, I think I pissed someone off. I just got promoted, and my boss called me in and said he has to let me go..." I pressed my lips tightly together and began packing my belongings. As I left, I heard Lila mocking me from behind: "Serena, in the end, don't you still have to rely on a man? I thought you had a spine." My hand trembled on the handle of my suitcase. I turned around and fired back: "Did you forget? Legally, I'm not divorced yet. He is still my husband..." Suddenly, Everett grabbed my wrist. "Serena, who gave you the nerve to bully Lila in public? Did you treat my warnings like garbage?" My heart felt like it was pricked by a needle. Married for so many years, he never publicly announced my identity. The outside world only knew he was married, but he was never short of beautiful women by his side. Since I couldn't participate in the competition anymore, I didn't need to wait a week. Thinking of this, I actually felt relieved. Before returning to the estate, I went to a law firm. After printing out the divorce papers, I texted that number: "Not waiting a week. I'm leaving in two days." Chapter 3 Back at the estate, I sat on the living room sofa, dazed. It was rare for Everett to come home this early. He stood in the entryway, looking at me against the light. In that moment, I seemed to see my past self. Sitting in the living room every day after work, waiting until late at night just for a husband to return. I used to greet him with a smile and considerately help him take off his coat. "Honey, are you tired today? I learned a new massage technique..." All these years, aside from dancing, I spent the rest of my time revolving around him. Day after day, cycle after cycle, yet it never earned me a single kind look. Looking back now, I felt I was an absolute fool. Seeing I didn't react, Everett frowned: "What are you thinking about? Running away?" I found it a bit funny. "If I wanted to run away, what would you do?" He walked toward me, roughly pushing me onto the sofa, cleverly shifting the topic: "If you don't like Leo, we'll just have a daughter. Daughters are obedient. She can keep you company later, and you'll have an easier time in this house." When I married into the Sterling family, the staff saw he didn't care for me, and because of my mild temper, they never respected me, dumping all the heavy chores on me. Those years, I loved him deeply and never complained. He saw it all but always stood by coldly. My thoughts snapped back as he tore off my nightgown. His kisses landed on my body, fierce and overbearing, carrying an obvious sense of punishment. No matter what he did, I was like a piece of wood, completely unresponsive. It turns out that when you no longer love someone, your body genuinely puts up defenses. Everett found it boring and got off me. "Serena, I know your body. You shouldn't be reacting like this." He pinched my chin, staring at me intently: "Tell me, do you have a man on the outside?" Everett loved to play around, but he was incredibly possessive and a germaphobe. A security guard at the studio once looked at me a second too long; he was fired that day and Everett found an excuse to throw him in jail. I bit my lip tight, laughing out loud in humiliation: "Yes, just like the ocean you died in, I've been filthy for a long time. Are you going to arrest all those men too?" Everett narrowed his eyes, his voice raspy: "Is that so?" Suddenly, he scooped me up into his arms and walked toward the bathroom. He actually doubted me! "Since you're dirty, let's wash you clean." He threw me into the bathtub, aimed the showerhead at my face, and turned on the freezing water. Goosebumps covered my body. Stimulated by the cold water, my PTSD was instantly triggered. My mind flashed back to when I was thirteen, the scene of my parents' plane crashing into the ocean surface. I trembled uncontrollably, curling up in the corner. But Everett thought I was faking it. "Serena, don't forget the purpose of you marrying into this family. You are here to atone!" That phrase again. This was almost our only mode of interaction. Out of ten sentences, nine were laced with malice. Chapter 4 Seeing my eyes lose focus to the point where I was about to bash my head against the wall, Everett finally panicked and carried me back to bed. "What's wrong with you? Where does it hurt..." "Everett, you've tortured me enough all these years. Let's let each other go!" I used every ounce of strength I had to throw the divorce papers at his face. He stared at the signature line and sneered: "In such a rush to divorce, the guy on the outside can't wait?" I closed my eyes and stopped talking. He slammed the door and left. After tomorrow, I could escape this nightmare forever. The next day, Everett texted me: "If you want my signature, come to the Hilton, VIP Room 708. I had the maids prepare your clothes." It was a modified cheongsam that made my waist look incredibly slender. When I pushed open the door, a group of rich heirs were jeering and looking at me. Lila sat next to Everett, her smile blinding. "Serena, Mr. Thorne wants to see a dance. I sprained my ankle, so I have to trouble you." The gazes of these men landed on me like they wanted to eat me alive. This was Everett's goal—to make his legal wife entertain his mistress and business partners. "Serena, didn't you want a divorce?" Everett leaned into my ear, his breath hot against my neck, but making me feel like I was plunging into an ice cave. "As long as you dance until he's satisfied, I'll sign." He pushed me right in front of Mr. Thorne. The man wrapped his arm around my waist, his eyes blurry with lust: "They say dancers have the softest waists. I see it today. Don't worry, I promised Sterling I'd just feel around, I won't actually do anything to you. As long as I enjoy myself, Sterling gets the contracts for the second half of the year." I looked at Everett in disbelief. Everyone in our circle knew Thorne was a creep with a fetish for dancers' waists, and someone had even been sent to the hospital with a broken rib because of him. I struggled to run, but Everett yanked me back. "Serena, don't be such a prude. It's just a touch, you won't lose a piece of flesh. This is your bargaining chip for the divorce." So, this was the price of divorce. The moment the door closed, I plunged into despair. An aphrodisiac incense burned in the room, making my consciousness blur. I grabbed a wine bottle from the table and swung it at Thorne, but he caught my wrist. The bottle smashed against my forehead. I fell to the floor, blood blurring my vision. I wanted to bite my tongue and end it, but the silhouettes of my parents appeared before me. "Serena, you have to keep living." Like seeing a beam of light in the dark, I bit down hard on Thorne's fingers. While he screamed, I yanked the door open and ran out. Passing another slightly open door down the hall, I saw Everett. He had Lila pinned against the wall, kissing her. "Everett, shouldn't you really go check on Serena? I'm worried Thorne might..." "What is there to worry about? I warned Thorne, he won't go too far. I just want to use this to punish her. She's been too disobedient lately." Just as I was about to push the door open, Thorne's bodyguards caught up and dragged me back. My heart died completely. Right before losing consciousness entirely, I slammed my head forcefully into the corner of the wall. Mom, Dad, Serena is coming to find you. An hour later, Everett pushed open the door to Room 708. He thought he would see me crying and begging for forgiveness. But all he saw was shattered glass and a pool of bright red blood on the floor. A cleaner was whispering nearby: "That girl earlier was so tragic. Her clothes were torn to shreds. She refused to submit and just smashed her head against the wall and died..." Chapter 5 Everett didn't believe I was dead. He rushed to Thorne's private estate. Thorne was having his forehead treated by a private doctor. Seeing Everett, Thorne looked a little scared: "I swear I didn't do anything! She hit the wall herself! You can't pin this on me." Everett's face was terrifyingly dark: "Say that to me one more time!" Thorne waved his hand impatiently: "Worst comes to worst, I'll sign another year's contract! Consider it compensation for your wife's life! I even had her body sent back to the Sterling estate. I've done more than enough." Everett completely lost control and beat Thorne mercilessly. "Who told you to touch her! I'll kill you!" He beat Thorne into the ICU. Soon after, Thorne was reported for multiple sexual assault charges and went straight to prison after being discharged. In the days that followed, Everett kept running away from the reality of my death. Eventually, Mr. Sterling Sr. stepped in to handle the funeral. My name became a taboo in the Sterling household. On the day of the burial, Everett got blackout drunk. When he got home, Leo hugged his leg: "Daddy, I don't want Serena to die. Can you bring her back?" The word "die" triggered Everett. He picked Leo up with one hand, his voice hoarse: "Who told you she's dead? She's not dead!" "And why didn't you ever call her Mom?!" Leo burst into tears and was eventually taken away by the maids. On the seventh day after my death, Everett hid in our bedroom, crumpling the divorce papers in his hand. He stared blankly at the wedding photo on the wall. In the photo, I was wearing the cheapest wedding dress, yet smiling brightly. And he was as cold as ice. He only married me for revenge. Even though I wholeheartedly played the role of a wife, he couldn't forget that his mother drowned trying to save me. In a daze, he thought he saw me walking toward him. He greedily hugged the silhouette: "Serena, is it you? You came back?" He inhaled the scent on her body. It wasn't my usual gardenia, but a strong, pungent perfume. He snapped awake. The person in his arms was Lila. "Everett, let me be your wife, okay? Whatever she could do, I can do too." She pressed closely against him. "Get out!" He pushed her away in a rage. Lila gritted her teeth, her eyes full of resentment. She touched her stomach and sneered: "I'm pregnant. It's yours." Everett looked quietly at her stomach, a cruel curve forming on his lips: "Are you sure?" He forced Lila to the hospital. An hour later, the paternity test was slapped onto her face. "The kid isn't mine. During your ovulation window last time, I got a vasectomy. Did you forget?" Lila froze, then laughed like a maniac: "Everyone says you're a playboy, but it turns out you're a hopeless romantic. Too bad Serena will never know. She's dead! Hahaha!" That same day, Lila was blacklisted from the entire industry and sued for fraud. Everett's life became a blurry mess. Waking up thirsty in the middle of the night, he would subconsciously call out: "Serena, get me a glass of water." Touching the cold empty space beside him in bed, he'd feel a suffocating pain. Until one day, outside the study, he heard his parents arguing. Chapter 6 "Old man, that corpse was obviously a fake. Everett is ruining his life over that woman. Shouldn't we tell him the truth? Besides, what happened with Serena's parents' plane crash... Everett's mother went to save her because of our families' friendship. It was an accident! He's blamed her all these years..." "Shut up! Let it be! I never liked Serena anyway. Married and still dancing outside all day, disgraceful. As long as Leo is still with us, that's all that matters!" The Sterlings and my family used to be close. Everett and I were childhood sweethearts. When I was thirteen, my parents' private jet crashed into the ocean. I witnessed everything and developed severe PTSD. On the anniversary of their death, I had an episode and jumped into the ocean. Mrs. Sterling thought it was Everett who jumped, so she dove in to save him without thinking. I was saved, but she drowned. Fourteen-year-old Everett came home from school to see me crying while holding his mother's body. He decided I killed his only support system. From then on, he developed avoidant personality disorder, constantly seeking a sense of security by tormenting me and testing my love. Over our nine-year marriage, he played around with models and actresses, even flirting right in front of me. Only when he saw me suffering but unable to leave could he feel needed. On April Fool's Day, he even faked a news report of his plane crashing into the ocean. He knew perfectly well the ocean was a shadow I could never overcome. He watched me run madly into the water while he and his awful friends laughed and took bets on the shore. The moment he learned the truth, Everett smashed his fist into the wall. "What... what have I been doing all these years?" He rushed to the cemetery, only to find a familiar figure standing in front of the tombstone. Chapter 7 My best friend held daisies, smiling at the headstone: "Serena, this is all I could do. You have to be fiercely happy for the rest of your life." Everett rushed forward and grabbed her: "Where is Serena?! Tell me!" My best friend was startled, then furiously shook him off: "You bastard! Serena was killed by you, what else do you want?!" But under Everett's relentless interrogation, she finally revealed the truth. The day I hit the wall and passed out, I met the man who had been helping me in secret—Grant Harrison. He was my sponsor when I danced, and the one I kept in contact with. Sensing my dangerous situation, he bribed the doctors and the funeral home in advance to fake my death. I was now living under a new name in California. He owned a top-tier dance theater there. A year later, I won the National Dance Championship in Los Angeles. On the podium, Grant walked toward me with a bouquet. He got down on one knee and pulled out a blue diamond ring. The crowd went wild. "Serena, if that marriage brought you pain, let me be your safe harbor for the next stop." Just as I was about to nod, a man rushed the stage and swatted the ring away. "Serena! You can't marry him!" Everett looked at me with bloodshot eyes: "You are my wife, how can you marry someone else?" I looked at him coldly: "Sir, you have the wrong person. I don't know you." "I'm sorry, I misunderstood you. But I love you. Decades of feelings shouldn't end like this." Grant tactfully stepped aside and dismissed the crowd. I figured there was no need to pretend anymore and said coldly: "Forgiveness? Everett, I told you the truth countless times, but you never believed me."
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