Secret Pictures Captured, Punished for Defending My DaughterChapter 1

My husband’s beloved first love instigated her son to bully my daughter.

My heart shattered upon seeing my daughter crying uncontrollably. So, in a fit of rage, I slapped them hard.

When my husband arrived, his first love twisted the truth, accusing my daughter and me of being the ones who bullied and attacked them.

Without giving me a chance to explain, my husband threw me and my daughter away in a so-called Women's Virtue Class, demanding that we learn how to behave like proper ladies.

Half a year later, he came with some people to take me home.

I served tea and water, spoke in a soft voice and kept my head lowered, not daring to meet anyone’s gaze.

Everyone said the program was remarkably effective. I was becoming more and more like a proper lady, so different from my once bold and overbearing self.

Until the day I knelt on the ground and said, "Among all of us here, I am the most dignified. Would any of you like a taste?"

My husband was furious and slapped me across the face. "Vivian, didn’t I send you there to learn proper manners? I did it for your own good. How dare you treat me like this?"

"Are you deliberately acting this way just to disgust me?"

I smiled numbly like a fool and said, "Isn’t this what you wanted, sir? A well-mannered, cultured lady?"

My husband shoved me roughly and demanded, "Where’s our daughter?"

In a daze, I replied, "Our daughter? She’s been gone for a long time…"

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"Vivian, you have a guest," one of the mentors' voice rang out beside my ear.

I shivered uncontrollably.

Alas, another guest was here.

In Women's Virtue Class, students were not allowed to refuse guests. Even a moment of defiance would be met with harsh punishment.

Here, I learned two things. Obedience and submission.

The mentor said only by learning to obey would I ever have the chance to leave.

I walked toward the living room with my head lowered.

Then, a group of familiar faces came into view.

My husband, Damien Montclair, came here with his friends and his beloved first love, Veronica Sterling.

After half a year of discipline, my mind had become dull and numb.

Following the mentor’s teachings, I bowed deeply the moment I entered.

Then, with practiced movements, I poured tea for everyone and served it to them one by one.