A tear of bitter self-mockery slipped down my face.
Just then, in the lower right corner of the screen, a notification popped up from an open chat window.
A message.
And in that instant, I knew—this nightmare was far from over.
A message notification popped up—a stranger had sent a video. Moments later, Sean transferred five million yuan without hesitation.
The other party responded: "Don’t worry, Mr. Hoffman. My brothers and I will never mention that you were the one who ordered us to violate your sister-in-law."
"Good. You handled it well. If you ever need anything, reach out to me."
Tears streamed down my face.
So this was the man I had loved for five years—the man who had personally thrown me into hell.
I forced myself to take deep breaths, steadying my shaking fingers before I dared to open the video.
On the screen, the entire horrifying ordeal played out—the nightmare of being violated by those monsters, recorded in excruciating detail.
Back then, I had endured the agony, biting my lips until they bled, believing I was saving Sean’s life.
Now, as I watched, the memories came flooding back, overwhelming me. Every sickening touch, every moment of humiliation, rushed over me like a violent storm, making my entire body tremble.
I couldn’t bear to see any more. I wiped my tears, quickly saved the chat records to my phone via email, and then erased all traces from the laptop.
Sean…
Since you love putting on a show so much, then this time, I’ll act for you.
I picked up my phone and sent a message to an underground agency abroad—one that specialized in faking deaths.
"Three days from now. The top floor of Hoffman Group. He dies on the spot."
—
The next morning, Sean walked into my hospital room with an extravagant breakfast, smiling as if nothing had happened.
But the moment he stepped closer, I caught the lingering scent of gardenias—a fragrance that didn’t belong to me.
The nausea hit instantly. My stomach churned, and I grabbed the bed frame, retching.
Sean rushed to my side, stroking my back with concern. Just as he was about to speak, the door burst open, and his assistant entered in a panic.
"Mr. Hoffman, it’s bad! Someone uploaded the video of your wife’s kidnapping online!"
Sean’s face turned ashen. Without another word, he followed his assistant out, muttering something about handling public relations.