Chapter 2
I knew Marcus didn’t love me. But on those nights when I couldn’t sleep, he’d gently pat my back and whisper comforting words until I drifted off.
He still took me to his social events and proudly introduced me to everyone as his wife.
I kept wondering if maybe I wasn’t good enough yet.
However, Nina was different. She was beautiful, smart, and effortlessly dazzling–everything I wasn’t.
Marcus often talked about her with such longing, painting her as the perfect woman. The way he hesitated around me, and the strange looks from his friends, chipped
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I overheard them teasing him several times. “Marcus, are you seriously planning to stick with her for life?”
Marcus chuckled coldly and replied, “I’m not done playing with her yet. Don’t worry. These lower–class women like to gaslight themselves, no matter how badly you treat them.”
I turned away in tears before hearing what came next.
“Don’t worry, Nina,” Marcus had said, voice soft. “We were meant to be since childhood. Ever since you pulled me out of the snow, I knew you were the only one for me.”
Nina’s gaze shifted, but she quickly grinned. “Marcus, don’t tell that woman about us, okay?”
He caressed her hair and spoke softly, yet his words were sharp. “She
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doesn’t deserve to know.”
He threw her a lavish birthday celebration a month later–and made
certain I attended.
She clutched his arm, her smile beaming under the lights. A dark green crystal bracelet hung on her wrist.
“That was part of my mother’s dowry.” I walked up and grabbed Nina’s wrist.
‘Marcus said you gave it to me as a gift. I didn’t know it was from your mom…” She said, pretending to apologize and preparing to take it off.
But before she could, Marcus yanked my hand away so hard I lost balance and crashed to the floor.
The bracelet slipped from her fingers and shattered into three pieces.
“My bracelet…” I whispered, tears slipping down my cheeks as I knelt among the pieces, cradling them in my hands.
“I’m so sorry, Emily,” Nina said with trembling lashes, her voice tinged with false sorrow.
“It’s only a bracelet. Do you have to be this dramatic?” Marcus scoffed. “Nina, ignore her. I will buy you a new one.”
Then, without sparing me another glance, he walked away with her.
That night, I limped home alone. It was nearly midnight, and there was no sign of him.
Three months later, I found a gynecological report sitting on the desk in our study, and that became my last straw.
It said, “Severe uterine damage. Recommended hysterectomy.”
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The report was dated today with Nina’s name on it.
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Before I could celebrate karma, Marcus came in with his phone, most likely soothing Nina on the call.
“You read it?” he questioned, looking at the report and then at me.
Something in his look made my blood run cold. I remembered all the prior times this had occurred. A familiar dread coiled in my stomach.
“What did Nina put in your head this time?” I took a step back. “What are you two planning now?!”
Marcus went closer and drew me into an embrace, his palm lightly rubbing my back. “Emily… I hope to be kind to you for the rest of my life. Nina said that it would hurt your body if you had another abortion again, so why not remove your uterus and solve the problem once and for all? Then we can be together happily.”
“Why the hell should I?” I shouted and smashed the dressing mirror with my fist. The glass shattered and reflected my furious expression.
His voice quivered with shame. “I did her wrong. But after I married you, we’ve merely remained friends. You are the only one I love.”
“Liar!” I yelled, enraged. “Why should I repay your debt to her?” Why should I be the one to pay for your sins?
In the midst of the turmoil, a knife was thrust into my hand. Marcus’s fingers tightened around mine, guiding the blade until its tip pressed against his chest.
“I hurt you, Emily. If you really can’t forgive me, just kill me. Go ahead.”
My knuckles turned white around the grip, and my whole body trembled.
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As he leaned closer, the knife sliced slightly into his skin. “You love me, right?” He asked gently in a persuasive way. “You’ll choose me… won’t you?”
With a loud clang, the knife dropped to the ground, and I fell to my
knees.
Marcus squatted alongside me, held me in his arms, and smiled. “I’m so glad you chose me.”
I forced my body to stay still and leaned into his embrace like a good, obedient wife.
He was thrilled–and booked the surgery that same day.
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