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When I came to, the sharp sting of antiseptic filled my nose. My legs, forehead, face, and chest throbbed with pain.
Filbert was sitting beside my bed, eyes closed as if he were asleep.
He used to be the man I loved deeply. Now, he was a monster–just looking at him made my whole body tremble.
I tried to sit up, but my movement startled him awake.
The moment he saw me conscious, a flicker of joy crossed his face–only to be quickly replaced by cold indifference.
“Don’t think being sick gets you off the hook,” he said flatly. “Once you recover, we’re settling this.”
I didn’t even have the strength to argue. I simply turned my head away from him.
He looked like he was about to blow up again, but just then, a bodyguard came in and called him away.
The second he was gone, I yanked the IV from my hand and staggered out of bed, supporting myself against the wall.
I’d only just reached the stairwell when I heard Nancy’s voice behind me.
“Felicia, you’re really something,” Nancy sneered. “After getting dumped in public ninety–nine times, you’re still clinging to Filbert.”
With Filbert gone, she had no reason to pretend anymore.
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She took one look at my battered body and laughed.
“Tsk, tsk. Look at you. Ms. Thompson, all beat up. So what if you were born with a silver spoon? You still ended up beneath me.”
I stopped walking and slowly turned to face her.
“Nancy,” I said coldly, “if Filbert finds out that it was you who made that final phone call to his parents and that your so–called act of saving them was just another lie–do you really think your ending will be any better than mine?”
Her face paled in an instant.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” she snapped.
But her eyes flashed with panic. Then, as if something had occurred to her, her expression twisted into malice.
“Trying to trap me? Please. If you had proof, you’d have shown Filbert already.
“Listen to me, Felicia–I will be Mrs. Sullivan. I’ll make sure he hates you for the rest of your miserable life.”
With that, she suddenly ran toward the stair railing–and threw herself backward.
I barely had time to react before someone shoved me aside and rushed toward her fallen body.
Nancy was sobbing uncontrollably, her whole body trembling.
“Filbert,” she whimpered, shaking all over. “Ms. Thompson said I ruined your wedding and pushed me down the stairs. She threatened to take nudes of me and post them online if I didn’t leave you!
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“I’m sorry, Ms. Thompson. Please don’t hurt me anymore.”
Filbert’s face darkened with fury, veins bulging at his temple.
“Felicia, you just don’t stop, do you?!
“You love taking nudes so much? Fine–I’ll help you out!”
The guards seized me before I could even scream. I shook my head desperately.
“No! I didn’t touch her! I didn’t—!”
But Filbert wasn’t listening.
After settling Nancy in a room, he came back. He dumped a handful of white powder into my mouth and ripped off my clothes before throwing me into the backseat of a car.
Soon, the drug kicked in. My skin flushed hot, and soft moans slipped from my lips against my will.
The entire humiliating scene was recorded by a camera rigged on the dashboard.
Filbert stood outside the car window, grinning cruelly.
“You like taking photos, right? Then let’s take plenty tonight.”
Tears filled my eyes as I looked at him pleadingly.
But he didn’t care. After finishing a cigarette, he flung the door open and climbed on top of me.
“In heat in a damn car, huh? What a slut. Be a shame not to share this.”
I shook my head, sobbing–but he didn’t stop. He undid his belt and
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forced himself inside me.
Outside the car, the guards stood watching with sick smiles on their faces.
At that moment, I gave up struggling.
When it was over, Filbert seemed ready to throw a few more insults my way–but the second his eyes met my blank, lifeless stare, the words caught in his throat.
After a long pause, he finally said, “I’m keeping this footage. If you dare mess with Nancy again, I won’t go so easy next time.”
But that same afternoon, the video went viral.
My phone buzzed with a message from Nancy.
“Felicia, everyone’s saying you’ve got a hot body and make the dirtiest sounds. How much do you charge a night?
“You filthy tramp. Filbert will never marry you now!”
The comments under the video were worse. Vile. Depraved.
I started laughing.
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But soon, the laughter turned to uncontrollable sobbing as I curled up on the ground, shaking.
I bundled myself in layers and took a cab to the coast.
The driver looked at me like I was a piece of discarded trash.
I was too filthy to even meet his eyes.
I shoved some cash into his hand and got out immediately.
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Standing by the ocean, the wind howled in my ears.
I took one last look at my buzzing phone. Then I turned and walked straight into the depths of the sea.
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