He Ruined Me, Now I'm His PunishmentChapter 1
On the seventh anniversary of our secret marriage, award-winning actor Justice Cain gave the script I'd spent three years perfecting to my older sister, Zoey Campbell. Meanwhile, he instructed me to film a vulgar and trashy movie where I would wear lace lingerie and do yoga on the back of a crocodile.
The sedative they used on the crocodiles wasn't enough. In an instant, three full-grown crocs lunged at me and started tearing me apart. Justice frantically jumped into the pool to save me and got his hand bitten.
Covered in blood, I was rushed into an ambulance. My life was hanging by a thread. My mother, my only family, bandaged Justice's wound while sobbing uncontrollably. "We ruined Ella's legs just so Zoey could win an award ... isn't that too much? If Ella dies because of this, I don't want to live either."
Justice gripped my hand and comforted her, saying, "We'll have plenty of chances to make it up to Ella. But Zoey ... she only has one month left to live. The only way for Zoey to win the Golden Award and fulfill her dying wish is to eliminate Ella, the biggest competitor. Don't worry, Mom. Even if Ella loses her legs, I'll take care of her for the rest of my life. She'll forgive us eventually."
Even though I was numb, a dense, prickling pain still spread through my heart. I also wanted to know how they would compensate me, but I no longer had the chance. Because the one who was sick wasn't her, it was me. As their days revolved around Zoey, I silently counted down the days to my death.
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When I woke up, Justice excitedly grabbed my hand. My mother stood by, her eyes red and brimming with tears. I wanted to turn around, but I couldn't move. As I struggled, the blanket covering me slipped off.
Zoey looked at me, let out a loud scream, then fainted right there on the couch. Justice and my mother rushed over anxiously to catch her. Only then did I see that my legs had been amputated from the thigh down, leaving only two empty pant legs tied in a knot.