At a dinner party, I fell in love with a wealthy and powerful young man in the city at first sight, while my sister fell in love with his father.
Both my sister and I married into wealthy family.
After marriage, my sister passed away from cancer. The young man revealed his true colors and began to bring different women home.
"Juliette, my dad is already dead. Now there is no one in the Fisher Family who wants to keep you here. Be sensible and get the hell out of here!"
His new mistress was lying on the bed and taunting me. "Sebastian asked her to pick up the toilet paper on the floor before leaving. I’m tired and doesn't want to pick it up~."
Sebastian Fisher frowned coldly and ordered me. “Are you deaf? Pick up and immediately get out of the Fisher House!”
I held the divorce agreement tightly in my hand and took the paper away without saying a word.
Followed his order and got out of the Fisher House.
Later, he knelt down and begged me to go back, even at the cost of abusing his own body.
But I would never go back ....
***
Seeing me coming out with a trash can.
The servants of the main house below began to whisper.
"Oh, I told you that without Mr. Harold, she would be kicked out by Mr. Sebastian sooner or later."
"I heard that she pretended to be Ms. Jasmine and forced him to marry her. How shameless! Now that Ms. Jasmine and Mr. Harold are both dead, who will care about her?"
"Shh, shh ~ stop talking, she's coming down."
I ignored the noise, walked downstairs as if nothing had happened and handed the trash can to them. "Please clean up this trash can."
Standing in front of me, I looked at a woman in her forties wearing a servant's uniform, with her hand on the vacuum cleaner pole, glancing at the trash can and then looking away.
She turned her head and said, "I'm only responsible for vacuuming the dust. You should find someone else to take care of the trash can, Ms. Juliette!"
I swept my eyes over the other servants behind me and they also ran away when they saw this.
The hand holding the trash can was awkwardly raised in the mid air.
"Why can't Ms. Sherman handle such a trivial matter as throwing away the trash?"
The voice of Sebastian's new mistress, Zendaya Carson, came from upstairs.
I did not get angry hearing that and put down the trash can in my hand, then walked to the sofa in the living room and sat down.
It hurried downstairs to catch up and said, "Ms. Sherman is really self-deprecating. She can endure any humiliation in order to be a good Ms. Fisher!"
I flipped through the newspaper in my hand and made a rustling sound, treating her completely as if she did not exist.
Zendaya's mouth twisted and she approached me several steps with her hands wrapped around her chest.
"I'm telling you that the one who isn't loved is the mistress. If I were you, I would have drowned myself out of shame!"
I put down the newspaper and looked up at her as I slowly stood up and opened my thin lips.
"Then why don't you guess who will be called Ms. Fisher when we go out together?"
Her face suddenly turned dark and she was so angry that she could not say a word.
I sneered. Her level was not even higher than the first twenty women Sebastian brought back before.
"Then from today on, I, Sebastian Fisher, will announce to the public that only Zendaya can be called Ms. Fisher!"
A deep male voice filled with anger came from upstairs.
Those words were like a knife stabbing into my chest, making my already hypothermic body even colder.
Seeing him approaching, Zendaya threw herself into his arms like a bird returning to its nest.
She said coquettishly, "If you come any later, I will be bullied to death by this ugly duckling!"
I reached out and touched my cheek. Was my complexion so bad that she called me an ugly duckling?
Chapter 2Sebastian held her in his arms, gently lifted her chin and pecked the corner of her lips.
Then in just a few seconds, his expression turned into disdain and he sneered at me.
"Jealousy has made you look unrecognizable. It's not her fault that she's young and pretty. You don't have to pick on her!”
I could not help but sigh. Look, Juliette Sherman! This is the true face of the man you have loved deeply for many years.
Seeing this, Sebastian turned back to his deadpan expression and said to the mistress in his arms unhappily, "Someone is polluting the air here. Let's go! I'll take you out to play!"
She smiled and flattered, saying yes.
I suddenly remembered that there was something I had not asked him to deal with, so I grabbed the documents on the sofa and hurriedly chased after him and shouted. "Wait ...."
"Why? Are you annoyed? It's not the first time I've brought someone home. What do you mean by getting annoyed now?
Before I could finish my words, he bombarded me with criticism.
I remembered when he brought someone home before, I would make a scene unwillingly and I would do the same thing almost every day afterwards.
I completely gave up on him and did not care about him waking up next to that tonight, just obediently being Ms. Fisher. Now I was sure he must have misunderstood that I was still trying to make trouble like before.
I was not angry but rather calm as I handed over the divorce agreement in my hand.
"I have already signed this divorce agreement. Please sign your name."
Sebastian snorted coldly, then reached out and slammed the divorce agreement I had handed to the ground.
My palms were numb from the shock and I looked up at him incredulously.
Wasn't Sebastian the one who wanted to divorce me the most?
What was he doing now?
"Juliette, you truly live up to the title of a gold digger! You've been waiting for so many years to replace Jasmine and marry me just to be the one today."
Jasmine Sherman.
The last time Sebastian mentioned this name was three years ago, when he and I had just been married for less than a month.
My sister was also preparing for her wedding party with my father-in-law, but she was suddenly diagnosed with cancer. Then Sebastian said that it was my sister who saved him, not me.
He recognized the wrong person.
One sentence shattered my once happy and fulfilling marriage and my father-in-law and I became obstacles standing between them.
Memories stopped, I looked at him in confusion and replied, "I don't understand what this means, so are you still going to sign it or not?"
Hearing these words, Sebastian became even more furious and pointed at me, cursing loudly.
"Don't pretend. My dad made a will before he died. If I divorce you within three years after his death, you will inherit everything from the Fisher Family. Aren't you greedy for my family's money?"
I just heard about this now.
Just as I was about to explain, he held her again in his arm and wanted to leave.
Zendaya whispered mischievously into his ear and Sebastian let her go lovingly, then gave me a warning look.
It seemed that he really liked this mistress this time.
I carefully examined her appearance in front of me and surprisingly, there was a slight resemblance between her eyebrows and mine back then.
I soon dispelled this speculation. He loved my sister, Jasmine Sherman, from the beginning to the end and if he wanted to find a substitute, he would look for someone who looked like my sister.
How could he find someone who looked like me ....
Zendaya came close to me and said proudly, "Don't even think about getting Sebastian's love in your lifetime!"
After saying that, she skipped away holding his arm and left.
Chapter 3I smiled bitterly. I was no longer the same person I was before.
Sebastian's love was like the flower in the mirror and the moon in the water, empty and illusory, which could only be seen but not touched.
I still remembered when he first realized that he had recognized the wrong person, he hugged me tightly in his arms.
"Juliette, I don't care if it's wrong. I only know that I love you and you are my wife!"
Later, in front of my sister's hospital bed, he also said, "Jasmine the person I love from beginning to end is you, Juliette is just a ridiculous misunderstanding."
Knowing it was a misunderstanding, I was too timid to rush in and confront them.
Before getting to know Sebastian, I lost a memory during a car accident. When he said at a dinner party that I was the one who saved him, I was not sure if it was me.
However, he was too confident. I could not help but feel tempted by his tender eyes and I also had a glimmer of hope.
When my sister revealed the whole story to me, I felt like a dirty rat hiding in the sewer stealing other people's happiness. How could I dare to dance in front of them?
My sister had passed away.
Since Sebastian married me, my sister’s tombstone could only have my father-in-law’s name engraved on it: [Harold Fisher’s wife.]
He wanted to carve her as his wife, but he didn't dare to fight back and be rude to his father. His raging anger had no place to be vented, so I became the punching bag.
How could the wealthy and powerful young man in the city commit such a shameful act of domestic violence? Sebastian began to abuse me sexually.
Hidden wounds and torment made me too embarrassed to confide in and seek help from others, so I could only silently endure them myself.
Too often, he was worried that I would get pregnant.
He said, "How could a malicious woman like you be worthy of giving birth to my child!"
I silently picked up the clothes that were torn into pieces on the floor, like a puppet without any life.
"I will ask Mrs. Martha to buy contraceptive pills later and I will take them on time from now on."
He was still dissatisfied with this reply, so he pulled up his trousers, slammed the door and walked out, bringing back the first mistress that night.
Like those vicious wives in TV dramas, I started using money to bribe these girls and asked them to leave my husband.
Girls like flower buds appeared one by one beside Sebastian.
Even if I were the richest man in the world, I would not be able to deal with this.
Until he brought back a woman named Zendaya, he had not had another woman around him for nearly half a year.
I also completely understood that Sebastian's love did not belong to me, or rather, he had no love for me but only deep hatred.
Hatred because he had mistaken me for my sister who had saved him and hatred because he could not engrave his name on my sister's tombstone.
So now, how could I expect his love?
Now that my father-in-law had also passed away, it was time for me to leave.
I picked up the divorce agreement and put it in Sebastian's study room, then turned around and went to pack my things.
Before my father-in-law fell critically ill, I asked him to help me contact university in the Germany and prepare to study abroad.
When I was carrying my suitcase downstairs, the servant stopped me.
"Mr. Sebastian said we should check the things you take with you when you leave to prevent you from taking things you shouldn't take!"
I pushed the suitcase forward and gestured for her to check it at will.
The servant rummaged through the suitcase and found an osmanthus necklace.
My pupils shrank slightly. It was the gift Sebastian gave me when we first met.
The servant fiddled with the necklace and looked at me with disdain. "I'm afraid you can't take this necklace with you."
He did not even want to leave me this though.
Chapter 4I nodded. It was for the best. Even if I brought it, it would only add to the sadness.
When the servant was still surprised at how straightforward I was, I had already squatted down, closed the suitcase and strode out of the main building.
In less than ten minutes, Sebastian's phone call came in and the servant reported truthfully.
When the person on the other end of the phone heard that I only took one suitcase, he was very surprised. Then he heard the servant say that she only found an osmanthus necklace in the suitcase.
He asked anxiously, "Did she take it away?"
The servant tried to please him but was stopped by him. He immediately yelled at the servant to bring me back.
At this moment, I had already got on a taxi heading to the airport.
The anxious servant chased after me and shouted. "Ms. Juliette, he wants you to come back~"
The road to the airport should be all paved, but this taxi had been driving on bumpy roads.
I pretended to be calm and said, "Sir, I'm in a hurry pee. Please stop the car and let me go to the toilet."
"Wipe it off~"
With a sudden brake, my head slammed straight into the back of the seat.
The taxi driver suddenly opened the driver's door. Sensing the danger, I wanted to open the other door and run away, but he grabbed my feet and dragged me towards him.
Before I could call for help, a handkerchief soaked in medicine covered my face.
The next moment, I fell unconscious.
When I woke up again, I was tied up and thrown on the ground, surrounded by dilapidated buildings that looked like abandoned factories.
The furious voice of the kidnappers rang out beside me.
"Mr. Fisher, I only give you two choices. Either you transfer one million four hundred thousand dollars into the account I gave you and exchange Zendaya for your wife, or I fuck your wife right now, record the video and post it online!"
I could not hear what Sebastian said on the other end of the phone, but seeing that the kidnapper was so angry that he wanted to smash the phone to the ground, it was not difficult to guess that Sebastian chose the second option.
Despite warning myself countless times that he would not choose me, my heart still could not help but ache when I learned about it.
Seeing me awake, the kidnapper spat on my face. "Sebastian is such a piece of shit that he doesn't even want his own wife!"
He kept muttering a lot of dirty words afterwards and I roughly understood the reason.
The root of everything was that he and Sebastian both fell in love with Zendaya and since he failed to snatch her away from Sebastian, he wanted to take revenge on him.
And so I became the target of hostage-taking.
He still did not feel satisfied after cursing at me, so he started kicking me.
A rag was stuffed in my mouth and I could only cry out in pain.
Then he picked up a brick and threw it at me madly, leaving a bloody hole on my forehead.
The kidnapper took out the rag that was stuffed in my mouth, dialed Sebastian's number and started punching me in the face as soon as the call was connected.
I was beaten so hard until I screamed in pain. "Ah~."
The kidnapper kept yelling at me. "Speak up, you have to speak up!"
The desire to survive forced me to ignore everything else and I cried for help into the microphone of my mobile phone.
"Sebastian, please come and save me, it hurts ...."
As soon as the words fell, a "beep beep" sound came from the other end of the phone.
The man hung up the phone.
The kidnapper was infuriated by the situation and began frantically calling Sebastian, but he rejected all the calls and then blocked the kidnapper's phone number.
"Look, this is the good husband you married. He really doesn't treat you as a human being!"
My heart felt like being torn out by someone and Sebastian actually wished I would die.