After catching my husband cheating with a financially struggling student, I live-streamed the affair and filed for divorce on the spot. Julian Carter dropped to his knees, stabbed himself through the abdomen with a knife, and begged for my forgiveness. "I'll never betray you again. Please, give me one more chance." I touched the swell of my belly, where new life grew, and my heart softened. I said yes. But on our wedding night, he erased every trace of my identity and forced me to become the lowliest servant in the Carter household. "Chloe jumped to her death because of you. You'll spend the rest of your life atoning for her!" After six months of torture, I lost the will to live. Desperate, I climbed to the roof to jump. Yet halfway up, I glimpsed two entangled figures through a window. Julian Carter was holding the woman who was supposed to be dead, locked in a passionate embrace. "Darling, I've been 'dead' for half a year. I'm tired of playing games." "Good. Tomorrow, I'll restore your status and make you my wife." I clenched my fists. I'm done playing along with this charade. 1 As I dragged myself up to the second floor of the massive five story villa, I suddenly saw two figures entangled in the glass conservatory. "When are we finally going to tell her the truth? I am so sick of being your secret little mistress." "Be patient, baby. We can do it whenever you want." The man responded with raw passion. The sight of his back swaying back and forth made my heart physically ache. Suddenly, my cloudy, chaotic brain cleared up. Memories I had lost came flooding back. I am not the maid of the Carter family. I am Julian Carter's partner of six years. I am his legally wedded wife. Our happy days lasted right up until the afternoon I caught him in bed with another woman. For months, our lives devolved into total chaos. We fought, we screamed, and we tore each other apart. Until the day Chloe threw herself off a building and died. That was when Julian completely lost his mind. He put on a brilliant performance, playing the deeply remorseful husband, begging me on his knees to remarry him. But on the very night we signed the papers, he erased every trace of my identity and locked me in the basement of his villa. "From now on, you are the lowest piece of trash in the Carter household. I am going to make you pay for her life with your blood!" He ignored my desperate pleas and forced a memory altering drug down my throat. For the last six months, I genuinely believed I was a worthless slave working to pay off a massive, unforgivable debt. I lived in absolute misery. I bit my lip so hard the metallic taste of blood flooded my mouth. "What the hell are you doing standing around? Go prepare dinner right now!" The head maid glared at me, grabbed a fistful of my hair, and violently dragged me down the stairs. In this house, my status was lower than the dirt on their shoes. "Tonight we have flown in fresh sweet shrimp for Madam," I said, bowing deeply, keeping my head completely lowered. Chloe, covered in fresh hickeys, lazily opened her eyes. "Why aren't you serving me on your knees today?" My blood ran cold. For the last six months, every single day, I had to carry their plates from the kitchen and crawl on my knees to serve them. "I am sorry. I forgot." I had no way to contact the outside world. I had to swallow my raging fury and force myself to drop to my knees at her feet. With a sharp crash, the porcelain plate shattered right next to my ear. Chloe kicked me hard, sending me sprawling directly into the jagged shards. "You have zero manners. Beg for forgiveness!" I twitched in pain. "I am... I am so..." Now that my memory was back, the words physically refused to leave my throat. "Why is she acting up tonight?" Julian gave me a suspicious, razor sharp look. His dark eyes scanned me, trying to see right through my pathetic facade. "Up her dosage before bed." "Understood, sir." The newly hired butler bowed respectfully. With my skin bleeding from the broken porcelain, I served them their meal while they ate in absolute luxury. "Analyze all of these and give me the breakdown." Julian tossed a thick stack of corporate contracts onto the floor in front of me. "Just like before. You are only allowed to analyze them. Do not memorize anything." I nodded submissively, but my stomach churned with violent disgust. Even though he hated me this much, he still needed to use my brain to run his empire. I flipped through the pages, frantically memorizing every single clause, loophole, and project detail. When Julian first married me, it was precisely because of my intellect. "I love a partner who can fight alongside me. I love your fire and your brilliance." He used to be completely obsessed with me. Our wedding was so extravagant it felt like he was announcing his love to the entire planet. "Are we hosting the lawn wedding here tomorrow night? If you need anything, just tell Stella to get it ready." Chloe snuggled deeper into Julian's chest. A cheesy romantic drama played on the massive TV. "Yeah! I want to wear her custom wedding dress, and I want her diamond ring!" "You have to transfer this villa to my name, and the lawn decorations have to be top tier!" "Of course, baby. Everything is yours now." My pen stopped moving. I had heard those exact same promises a million times before. For years after our wedding, we were insanely in love. I thought I had secured a lifetime of romance and partnership. Until he dragged my dignity through the mud for a broke college student. "I sponsored your education for seven years. I saved you from human traffickers. And this is how you repay me?" I had screamed at them, staring at the two bodies still tangled together in my marital bed, feeling like I was dying. "Do not you dare touch her! If you make a scene, get the hell out of my house!" 2 His warm, devoted eyes had turned completely to ice. He wrapped his arms protectively around the girl, acting like I was a monster about to slaughter her. "Julian told me he was sick of you. I only sacrificed my own body to help you keep your husband." The once timid, pathetic girl poked her head out from under the covers and gave me a victorious, mocking smile. "You absolute bitch!" I lunged forward and slapped her across the face. An instant later, a much harder, more vicious slap cracked across my own cheek. Julian looked at me with pure disgust. "I pursued her! Chloe is completely innocent. Do not you dare insult her!" He hit me so hard I coughed up a mouthful of blood. Then, more blood started pouring from my nose. Julian had completely forgotten that I had a mild blood clotting disorder. A single injury took me weeks to recover from. "Ah! Blood! I am so scared!" The flicker of guilt that had just appeared in Julian's eyes instantly vanished, replaced by furious anger the second Chloe started trembling. "Go find a doctor right now! Are you trying to scare her to death looking like a corpse?!" The man who used to tear up whenever I got a tiny paper cut had completely transformed into a brutal stranger. I used the hidden camera on my necklace to record the entire scene and live streamed it directly to the internet, announcing our divorce to the world. "I am exactly this kind of woman. Do not worry, Julian. I will hate you for the rest of my life!" I thought that was the end of us. But instead, he grabbed a kitchen knife and plunged it straight into his own stomach. "I still love you! I was just looking for a cheap thrill." "Please do not be this cruel to me. We promised we were going to spend our lives together." He collapsed into a pool of his own blood, begging me. My heart softened. Even if I didn't want him anymore, I couldn't bear the thought of my unborn child growing up without a father. So, right before he lost consciousness, I agreed to remarry him. But on the night of our remarriage, just as I was about to tell him I was pregnant... He forced my jaw open and poured a glass of heavily drugged liquor down my throat. "I erased every trace of your existence. I completely control your family's company, and they are about to declare bankruptcy." As sheer terror filled my eyes, he gave me a terrifying, psychotic smile. "You cyberbullied Chloe until she jumped off a building. Did you honestly think I would ever forgive you?" "From now on, you are the lowest slave in the Carter family. You will spend the rest of your miserable life paying for your sins!" I hated them both, but I never once wanted Chloe dead. I never believed a pathetic affair was worth someone losing their life, but Chloe was gone. That split second of shock was all Julian needed to pin me down and force the drugs into my system. And then, I endured six months of absolute, grinding hell. "Hurry up and wash Madam's feet!" The maid grabbed my dangerously thin arm and dragged me in front of Chloe. A massive wave of humiliation drowned me. For the last six months, I had lost my memories. I genuinely believed I was a psychotic killer who had murdered her family. I used to kneel on the floor crying, begging her for forgiveness. When she threw glass vases at my head, I would willingly look up to take the hit. "I can do it myself. I know she still hates me..." Chloe put on a pathetic, wounded expression, covering her face as if she were crying. Julian's face darkened. "Who gave you permission to stand while talking to Chloe?" He demanded coldly. The maid immediately kicked the back of my knees, forcing me to the floor. "Apologize! Or I will force you to drink Ms. Chloe's dirty footwater!" I knelt on the floor, staring at the maid who used to bow to me, now treating me like absolute garbage. Without money, power, or an identity, any random nobody could crush me. A bucket of freezing, dirty water was dumped over my head. I couldn't stop myself from gagging. "She just hates me!" Chloe screamed, fake crying as she wildly scratched at Julian's chest. "She threw up! It is disgusting! She is so dirty!" Julian looked down at me with zero emotion. "If she is dirty, go wash her." Several people dragged me away, forcibly stripped me naked, and scrubbed my skin raw with dry, heavy bristle brushes until I bled. They forced more drugs into my stomach, triggering waves of violent vomiting that felt like a medical stomach pump. Eventually, I dragged myself back to the basement, completely broken. Just a second before I passed out on the cold concrete, a pair of strong hands caught me. "Miss." 3 I let out a weak, barely audible groan. The newly hired butler took off his glasses. A pair of deep, incredibly bright eyes looked down at me. "I am so sorry. You have suffered so much." Last week, the old butler couldn't handle the sheer cruelty of my torture anymore and quit. The man who replaced him seemed like just an ordinary, efficient worker. Julian had absolutely no idea that this man was my only remaining lifeline. He was one of the impoverished students I had sponsored years ago. He was the one who had secretly swapped my memory altering drugs. He was the reason I was finally awake. "We are leaving tomorrow night. I promise you, I will make them pay." Shannon's eyes were practically boiling with hatred. The sheer intensity of his emotion stunned me for a second. An instant later, his face returned to total calm. "I brought medicine. Let me apply it for you." I had zero strength left in my body. I had to let him carefully treat my wounds. Halfway through, the sound of loud, aggressive moaning echoed from the ceiling. I almost forgot. Every single night, Julian and Chloe aggressively slept together in the master bedroom directly above me. When I had no memories, I used to pray they would hit me harder. I even handed Julian the knife to punish me. But Julian always hesitated. "What the hell is wrong with you! She explicitly said she wants to be punished! Did not you stab yourself for me?" Julian's eyes darted away nervously. "Stella has a blood clotting disorder. I cannot..." "Are you still pitying her?!" Chloe stamped her foot in a massive rage, turning to storm out. Julian dropped the knife and chased after her. After that, they changed their strategy to mentally break me. They reduced the physical torture and started aggressively making out in front of me at every possible opportunity. "It is honestly pathetic. They actually think this hurts my feelings." I said with a mocking laugh. "Memories or not, I would never want trash like him back!" "I know. Get some sleep." Shannon replied in a deep, soothing voice, gently covering my bloodshot eyes with his hand. Right before I drifted off, I felt a soft, gentle kiss brush against my hair. But in the middle of the night, a horrifying nightmare seized me. The sounds of desperate, agonizing screams echoed in my mind. I woke up gasping for air, drenched in a cold sweat. I pushed open the heavy basement door and crept silently upstairs. "Stella's parents are still fighting back? Then torture them too." "Just do not kill them. I do not care if you break their legs or cripple them." Julian's laptop was open. On the screen was a live feed of my parents screaming in agony. "You have no soul! We gave you everything to build the Carter Empire, and this is how you repay us?!" "Where is my daughter? Did you kill her?! Answer me!" Julian didn't answer. He just gave a cold, sinister laugh. The next second, the sickening crackle of a stun gun echoed from the speakers. My parents let out the exact same agonizing screams I had heard in my nightmare. "Hit them harder." "...Heart condition? Shove pills down their throats and keep hitting them. I own the best private hospitals in the city. They won't die." "That is what they get for trying to kidnap Chloe. If they keep resisting, they will die before they ever see Stella again!" Listening to my parents' desperate sobs, the blood in my veins turned to liquid fire and rushed straight to my head. Without thinking, I kicked the door open, grabbed a massive porcelain vase, and smashed it directly down onto his skull. "Die! Go to hell!" I screamed like a complete maniac, smashing the heavy base into his head over and over again, until a maid snuck up behind me and swung a metal baseball bat directly into my spine. I collapsed to the floor, vomiting blood, gasping heavily through a crushed throat. "Drink this, and by tomorrow, you won't remember any of this." Julian's forehead was pouring blood, but his voice was smooth and hypnotic like a demon's. He forced a bitter, burning chemical down my throat. I bit my lip so hard I almost tore it off, desperately trying to stay awake, but the darkness dragged me under. 4 First thing in the morning, Chloe dragged me into the massive walk in closet. Her silk robe was half open. She forced me to my knees on the floor. Then, standing directly in front of my own custom wedding dress, she pulled Julian toward her. "Look. Doesn't doing it right here make it feel like I am the one you married?" Julian's Adam's apple bobbed. He hesitated for a fraction of a second before pushing her against the dress. I remained kneeling perfectly straight, handing them a condom at the exact right moment. When they finally finished, I handed them a warm, damp towel to clean themselves. "She is a total vegetable now." Chloe giggled maliciously. "She didn't even blink. Does this mean she is completely broken? It is no fun anymore." In the beginning, my body's lingering instinct to love Julian made me absolutely lose my mind when they touched each other. I would cry, scream, and smash everything in the room, only to be dragged away and locked in solitary confinement like a psychotic animal. Now, even when they were inches away from my face, I stared blankly at the wall. "Should we give her the antidote?" Chloe rolled over, wrapping her arms around Julian's neck. "Let her fully understand what we are doing to her. Think she would die from pure anger?" Julian panted heavily, not answering immediately. A few moments later, he started moving against her again. "We are getting married tomorrow. Why do you care about her?" "She only exists to pay off her sins. Who cares how she feels?" The woman laughed, completely satisfied. She wore the wedding dress stained with their fluids and slipped the diamond ring that used to belong to me onto her finger. "Look at you, Stella. You had all the money and power in the world, and now you are literally under my feet." "I was actually grateful when you saved me. But why did you have to show me how incredible the high life is?" She flicked her wrist, and a leather riding crop cracked across my back. I violently twitched in pain. "Why do you get to have absolutely everything, while I have to beg on my knees just for the scraps you throw at me?" "So I decided to just take what is yours." "Oh, by the way. Your baby? I whipped it out of you. Julian doesn't even know." She smirked with pure, concentrated evil. I couldn't stop my body from trembling. The first time I suffered morning sickness near Chloe, she threw a massive tantrum. To calm her down, Julian handed her a bamboo cane. She was only supposed to leave a few red marks, but the second she saw the slight curve of my stomach, she lost her mind. "Why do you still have a safety net! I am going to destroy you so you can never crawl back!" She swapped the bamboo cane for a spiked leather whip and lashed it directly into my stomach. The sheer, agonizing pain actually shattered the amnesia drugs for a few moments. I lunged at her like a wild animal and bit down on her hand with all my strength. I almost tore a chunk of her flesh off before the maids rushed in and injected me with heavy horse tranquilizers. The romantic orchestral music started playing. The wedding banquet officially began. The two of them walked arm in arm down the aisle. I trailed right behind them, crawling on my bleeding knees. This was a new game Chloe had invented five minutes ago. She wanted me to be her kneeling bridesmaid. "I am finally marrying you." Julian spoke to Chloe, but his eyes flicked down to look at me. I stayed completely dead eyed, showing zero reaction. He stared at me for a long time, his lips moving slightly. In the end, he didn't say anything. He just held Chloe's hand and walked out to the venue. The lawn was packed with elite guests, all cheering for the newlyweds. I watched them toast, exchange serious vows, and share an intimate kiss. "Oh, right. Today, I want to publicly thank the woman who made my true love possible. I would like to invite her to speak." Chloe's eyes glinted with pure malice. She held the microphone and whispered down at me. "You can start repenting now." When my memories were blocked, that exact phrase was the trigger for my brainwashing. I was supposed to drop to the floor sobbing, confessing my horrific sins, declaring I was worthless trash who didn't deserve to breathe. I was supposed to beg them to punish me and beat me in front of everyone. She hated me that much. Locking me up and erasing my identity wasn't enough. She wanted to turn me into her permanent, degraded toy. I slowly turned my head to look at Julian. His eyes immediately darted away, his head turning to avoid my gaze. A moment later, he grabbed Chloe's hand. "Just say it, Stella. Do it this one last time." "You deserve to confess your crimes in front of everyone anyway." He genuinely thought I was still drugged out of my mind. But this morning, Shannon had given me the antidote. I let a soft, ghostly smile touch my lips, crawling forward until I was right at their feet. Under the confused and disgusted gazes of hundreds of guests, I spoke softly. "I was wrong. I refuse to offer another pointless apology. Today, I will follow Chloe's instructions and eliminate my sins completely." "I will use my own life to ensure you two stay together forever." I slowly pulled off the heavy winter coat they had forced me to wear, exposing a body completely covered in horrifying, blood soaked lacerations. And then, while Julian stared in absolute, frozen horror, I threw myself directly off the top floor balcony of the villa. As I plummeted toward the ground, staring up at the sky, a man's hands suddenly appeared over the railing. He reached out desperately, clawing at the empty air, trying to grab me. But he caught absolutely nothing.
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