He said casually, "Nina, haven't you figured it out yet? Your job, your reputation, your status, everything you have comes from me. Without me, you are nothing. I told you, Eryn won't threaten your position. Be sensible. Can't we just live our lives in peace?"
No! Absolutely not!
I couldn't stand it—having a husband who lived by my side day and night, yet kept thinking about another woman all the time.
I began to lose control. I screamed, shouted and became hysterical. I even launched an almost insane campaign to take revenge on this despicable couple.
When Aiden gave a speech, I replaced his slides with explicit photos of him and Eryn. When they were being interviewed, I rushed forward and exposed their sordid relationship.
I wrote countless complaint letters and filmed countless short videos documenting their actions. However, all my efforts earned me was a single document: a psychiatric evaluation report.
Aiden was too clever. He expertly guided me into a state of madness, then used videos of my outbursts as evidence. His intelligence, social standing and deep understanding of me meant he could destroy me effortlessly.
In the end, I got fired from my job, had my degree certificate revoked and was personally committed to a mental hospital by Aiden himself.
I tell this part calmly, but Sabrina's eyes are already red with tears. She sobbed and asked me, "What happened after that?"
After that, I found out I was nearly five months pregnant while still in the mental hospital.
When Aiden heard it, he came to take me home. The arrival of this child made him compromise.
He brought me back, held my hand and said, "Nina, I did make mistakes, but you shouldn't have caused such chaos either. Your parents' hair turned white overnight because of you. Now, whenever they go out, people point fingers and gossip about them. You're not young anymore. Can you please stop being so reckless?"
Then he placed my hand on my belly. "Think about this child. Think about your parents."
Tears slipped down into my palm. This time, I chose to cooperate.
After all these events, my heart was severely wounded and I was utterly drained. Every day, I felt like a zombie, spending my days in that flower-filled house, lost in thought.