Chapter 2
Beneath the photo were comments from our mutual friends.
“Maxwell, aren’t you scared your little wifey will get mad if you post this?“>
“Max and Chelsea’s bathwater is fetched bucket by bucket by that adopted daughter–in–law. What’s there to be scared of with a woman like
that?”
Maxwell liked those comments and replied.§
“What’s the fun in someone who comes crawling the second I crook my finger?”
My mind was buzzing and the screen before me blurred.
I suddenly rushed upstairs, not even feeling the bruise on my leg from hitting the coffee table. My hand, which was about to knock, froze in mid–air because of the words inside.
“Max, will Suzanne be angry if you post something like that?”
Maxwell’s voice was helpless and doting.
“She’s just an adopted daughter–in–law. What right does she have to be angry about?“>
“Your current task is to get pregnant with my child. When the time comes, I’ll have her be your postpartum nanny to care for you.“}
Chelsea seemed to say something else, making them both laugh.
But I couldn’t hear anything anymore. I pushed open the door and met Chelsea’s teasing gaze in the video.
“Max, your little wife is getting jealous of us.“&
Maxwell also turned his head to look at me, his brows furrowed with displeasure.}}
“Suzanne, have you forgotten all your manners? Don’t you know to knock first?“}
“I should’ve just let those thugs take you that day. Then the Fergusons wouldn’t have ended up with such a troublemaker.“}
His words made my face turn pale instantly.
I was brought to this home by Katherine when I was seven years old. At that time, I was being harassed by a group of hooligans who preyed on children.
They dragged me into an alley. Their slimy, disgusting hands roam over my body.
Inside his luxury car, Maxwell suddenly spotted me. Seeing how pitiful I looked, he begged Katherine to save me.§
Maxwell was my savior, so I tried my best to obey him no matter what he asked me to do.
When he and Chelsea booked a hotel room without protection, I braved the heavy rain to deliver condoms to them.
Chelsea disliked that the condom packaging was soaked by the rain and she cried and demanded that I apologize; otherwise, she would go home and not be with Maxwell.[
Maxwell couldn’t let her leave in the heat of the moment. He forced me to kneel and bow to Chelsea, threatening to send me to those thugs‘ beds if I didn’t.
I knelt outside the hotel with a wet body. I bowed repeatedly while listening to the sound of their lovemaking.
A kind–hearted person passing by couldn’t bear to see me like that and gave me her coat.
The next day, when Maxwell came out with Chelsea in his arms, he saw me passed out in the hallway, covered in a drenched coat.
Chelsea kindly helped me, but screamed and pushed me away when she touched the wet coat.)
My knees were scraped and the wounds on my legs were smeared with mud.
Maxwell didn’t even glance at me, only tenderly holding Chelsea’s hands and said to me fiercely.”
“Take whatever you want, but if you dirty Chelsea’s hands, you’ll pay for it.”
“Max, what thugs are you talking about?” Chelsea’s delicate voice pulled me back from my memories.
Maxwell glanced at me, then noticed Chelsea looking at me curiously. With a doting smile, he said.§
“Back then, some thugs dragged her into an alley. If it weren’t for me, she’d probably be the top girl at a nightclub by now.”
“Well, you’d better apologize properly to Suzanne. You’ve really messed with her career prospects.”
Maxwell and Chelsea laughed, giving me teasing looks.
“Maxwell, don’t push it.” My vision blurred with unshed tears, my nails digging into my palms as I lifted my gaze to meet his.
