Chapter 210
turned back one last time, only to see him desperately picking up the shattered pieces on the ground like a madman. His long fingers were covered in blood from the sharp edges- even worse than the last time I had been injured.
my heart.”
Watching his self–destructive behavior, I frowned and glanced at the man beside me. A sense of calm settled in Thank goodness. After leaving Thayer, I was finally surrounded by normal people–people who brought peace, not pain. Thayer sat blankly on the steps. By the time he finished gathering every piece of the broken pendant, I was long gone from sight.
The mountain offered a wide, open view. But no matter how far he looked, he could no longer find the moon that once shone only for
him.
Harvant had been meditating for a long time when it suddenly hit him–who Aveline’s mother resembled.
Those eyes, the whites showing beneath the irises–downturned and unnerving–looked exactly like that deranged woman from the past.} The one he had abandoned, who, driven by love turned hatred, had once gone so far as to kidnap his wife and child.
A wave of dread surged to its peak in his chest. He stumbled, rushing down the mountain–only to find his son lying in a pool of blood.
On the shiny red car nearby, the twisted reflection of a woman’s eyes stared back at him.
But she was now frozen in place, held at knifepoint by Aveline, who was threatening her without the slightest hesitation.
A life–saving debt must be repaid tenfold. And now, with Thayer left partially disabled, Aveline had dropped the act of being a gentle, virtuous woman entirely.
She directly pulled out videos–intimate clips of Thayer with various women from over the past few years- and used them to blackmail the Alcott Family, forcing them to let her marry into the family as Mrs. Alcott.)
Harvant had expected his son to refuse outright. But after seeing a certain post on social media, Thayer’s expression turned dark and he agreed without a word.
He knew what his son had seen – the news of Lucien and me announcing their relationship.
It was an unprecedentedly grand wedding and Harvant even thought that his son had forgotten me and fallen in love with Aveline. However, at the wedding attended by all the elites of Junaria, he saw a video of Aveline being gang–raped.)
Even that once minor wealthy heiress from a humble family was brought to the wedding scene by his schemes–where, in full public view, over a dozen male servants who had once humiliated me violated the heiress to death.”
And he, holding Aveline’s stiff hand tightly, spoke with infinite tenderness in his voice.
forced
“Honey, even though you forced me to marry you with the child and played group sex with so many people, I still love you. Let’s live a good life from now on…”
With his handsome face, affectionate eyes and tragic yet strong persona,
Thayer, this twice–married man, became the subject of online sympathy, while the woman who had schemed so hard to become Mrs. Alcott became the biggest joke in high–society circles.@
She didn’t even dare go outside.
Even when riding in the most luxurious car, people on the street would throw vegetable leaves at her.
Especially after netizens discovered that the head of the Alcott Family only made verbal appeals online for everyone to “stay calm,” but never actually punished a single person who had harmed Aveline.}
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Aveline didn’t even dare leave her neighborhood the entrance was swarmed with people trying to block and corner her.”
But she would rather be beaten to death by the people outside than stay at home–because Thayer would always drug her, throw her under another man, calmly record the video and then slowly inject her with medication to preserve the pregnancy.
She could no longer see any emotional fluctuation in him. To her, he seemed like a demon and she never knew when he might tear her apart and kill her.
The excessive dosage of the drug didn’t seem to ignite his desire–instead, it triggered his obsession with cleanliness.
He started bathing more and more frequently, sometimes scrubbing himself so hard that he tore his own flesh.
Then the doctor would slowly piece him back together. When he woke up, he would look at her as if she were already dead, watching her scream in terror–then letting out a low, chilling laugh.”
“Didn’t you use the same methods back then to make Althea the target of everyone’s hatred? Now you’re feeling it yourself–how does it taste? Does it feel good?”
The man no longer seemed like a normal person. Aveline felt like she was on the verge of losing her mind.
