My name was Janice Moore. In the fourth year of marriage, my husband Dean Reese, sent me to a mental hospital.
He said his beloved woman had suffered for years because of our marriage contract.
He completely forgot that it was he who actively sought the marriage contract in order to establish himself in his family.
Under his deliberate indulgence, I was tortured to death.
When I opened my eyes, I no longer wanted to help him. I let him struggle in the quagmire of his family.
But he begged me to help him again. I smiled and kicked him away, saying, "But this time, I don't want to help you."
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My last memory was about me in the hospital ward.
The pain of electric shock was truly unforgettable.
Those people, under Dean's instructions, gave me a sedative and made me watch the wedding of the century on TV with my eyes wide open.
My husband and my maid's daughter were getting married.
Their mocking voice echoed in my ears.
"They are true love. You're so cheap. You insist on making him love you and won't leave. Shameless sluts like you should go to hell."
Chapter 2The sound of electricity in my ears was replaced by a familiar male voice.
I blinked and saw Dean's face, which had become many times younger.
He protected Abby Nicholson as if he was her knight.
He looked at me with disgust. "It's just a dress. So what if it gets dirty? You shouldn't give her a hard time."
Give her a hard time?
I looked down at the black ink on the white dress and recalled this memory from the depths of my mind.
Today was my piano competition, and Abby somehow got a bottle of ink and threw it at me.
She spilled ink on me.
And she smiled at me in a nasty way, saying, "Janice, wearing this dress to the competition will attract more attention."
Before I could say anything, Dean rushed out to defend her.
This attracted a group of onlookers who pointed at me while whispering.
Later, somehow the principal knew, and my parents had to come here. I received disciplinary action.
I, the victim, was punished.
How ridiculous it was.
The same plot happened again? Come on.
I reached out and picked up the ink bottle from the ground, smeared my hands with ink, and wiped it on Abby's dress in her astonished eyes.
I heard Dean angrily ask, "What are you doing?"
I smiled and said, "It's just a dress. So what if it gets dirty? Are you so biased?"
He looked guilty and avoided eye contact with me.
I realized that they had already gotten together at this time, and I was the only one who didn't know.
Fortunately, I came back.
Chapter 3In my previous life, I was miserable.
My family went bankrupt, and I found Dean and begged him for mercy.
But he threw the red wine on the ground and pointed at the glass on the ground, saying to me, "Apologize to Abby while kneeling, and I will let you off."
I knelt.
I knelt, and the pieces of glass penetrated my skin.
It was painful and cold.
The two sensations stimulated my senses, making me even more awake.
I looked at Abby with a smile and said word by word, "I was wrong. Miss Nicholson, Mr. Reese, please spare our family."
Abby, like a frightened little rabbit, exclaimed and hid in Dean's arms. She said, "Dean, her eyes are so scary. She used to bully me. Will she retaliate against me after her comeback? I'm scared!"
Dean patted her back with a gentle and affectionate look. "No, she won't have a chance."
Then he waved to the bodyguards behind him, and they dragged me away as if I were a dead dog.
I screamed hoarsely behind the two, but they ignored me.
When I woke up, I was already in a mental hospital.
Under Dean's instructions, I was not allowed to leave and received "special care" every day.
My wounds healed and then were ripped open, my nails grew back and then were peeled off, and the continuous electric shocks made me wish for death...
Chapter 4Those pains were deeply buried in my soul, and I would never forget them.
But now, I hid them and smiled at Dean.
"Come on. I was just joking with you. You are my fiancé, and you promised my father that you would always take my side."
I looked at him seriously and said slowly, "You won't forget, right?"
He became even more nervous under my gaze and nodded quickly. "Of course. I've got something to do, so I'll leave."
He hurriedly left, completely unaware of Abby's tearful eyes.
Without his presence, I approached Abby step by step.
I clutched her face and wiped the ink on her face slowly.
"You were so arrogant when you spilled the ink on me. What happened?
"Oh, I remember now. You were acting tough because he was here. Now that he's gone, you can't act tough anymore. Right?"
I squeezed her face hard, watching her tears fall before letting go.
Without being restrained by me, she fled like a frightened mouse.
Looking at her disheveled figure, I laughed.
This is just the beginning.
Good days are ahead.
Chapter 5I still had to go to the competition.
But I couldn't wear the stained dress.
I turned around and entered the art classroom where my deskmate, Elena Mendoza, was studying. She looked at me covered in ink and raised an eyebrow, saying, "Did someone do this to you?"
I nodded helplessly. "Indeed. Elena, can you do something about my dress?"
Elena nodded and pulled me close to her, picking up a brush and starting to paint on me.
I could only ask her for help.
Unexpectedly, it worked.
She was done, and I entered the competition venue.
Satisfied with the astonishment in everyone's eyes, I knew that Elena's painting skills were impeccable.
This competition was the stepping stone to a prestigious university.
Dean naturally had to come as well.
When he saw me, it seemed like he had forgotten about our unpleasantness. He sat next to me.
But his attention was clearly not on me. It seemed he was looking for someone else.
"Who are you looking for?"
I smiled at him.
Dean's gaze flickered for a moment. He hesitated for a while and then said, "Where is Abby? Isn't she also participating in the competition? Why haven't I seen her?"
Upon hearing this, I couldn't help but sigh at my foolishness in my previous life.
Why couldn't I see it in my previous life when it was so obvious? He cared about her so much.
I suddenly wanted to see more of his expressions.
An idea hit me. I wanted to tease him, so I lowered my voice so that only he could hear me.
"I expelled her. She will never have the chance to encounter such a competition again in her lifetime."
Dean's eyes turned sinister for a second, but it was not enough.
"She is just the daughter of a maid. She's nothing."
I continued to lower my voice and provoke him. He was just a young and inexperienced man. His ability to endure was so weak and vulnerable.
I simply needed a little bit of stimulation.
And I could make him lose his mind.
Sure enough, the next second, a pair of hands grabbed my neck frantically.
"You're nothing compared to Abby."
Is that so?
I smirked at him provocatively, hiding the deep hatred in my eyes.
Those who were doomed would lose their minds before that.
Dean, your good days are coming.
Chapter 6After the teachers and classmates around us saw us, they grabbed Dean and controlled him.
I cried bitterly, covering my neck, looking lost.
"I'm going to tell my dad. Dean, we're done."
Dean finally came to his senses from his madness.
He looked down at his hands. Hearing what I said, he realized what he had done.
"Janice, no, I..."
He reached out to me.
Looking "worried", I shrank my neck, and the teacher quickly comforted me.
"Janice, we will definitely make things right for you."
I nodded and carefully avoided Dean.
My cautious look made many classmates wonder.
I was always proud, but now, I looked so frightened.
They blamed Dean.
I followed the teacher, sobbing softly while saying, "I told him that we are engaged after all, so he should keep his distance from Abby.
"I just finished speaking, and he went crazy. He threatened to kill me."
I wiped away my tears and cried even more sadly. "I know Abby likes him, but she also knows we're engaged. But she..."
The surrounding classmates whispered to each other.
"I hate people who know that others are engaged but still get involved."
"Abby looks gentle and weak, but I didn't expect her to be so scheming. Those who have boyfriends should be careful. Don't let her get her way."
I listened to their words and smiled imperceptibly.
Dean liked to use the underdog theory to manipulate public opinion. He thought the weak were always right.
I could use the theory, too.
And I could use it in an even nastier way.
Chapter 7In a short while, "Abby is the other woman" became the trending topic on the campus forum.
The picture of me crying quietly in the office was also secretly taken and posted.
[Is this Janice? Why is she crying so miserably?]
[What do you think? Because of that jerk Dean.]
[I saw the whole thing. Dean is a monster. He actually grabbed Janice by the neck. Don't they have an engagement?]
[Dean is a scumbag.]
Chapter 8I wiped away my "tears" and tried to stay calm, but my voice still sounded choked up. "I want to call my dad. I want to cancel the engagement."
Dean stood by, looking like he really wanted me to shut up.
The teacher in the office was even more furious when he saw Dean like this.
He was really a scumbag.
"Janice, don't be unreasonable. Abby and I are not what you think.
"Our engagement is a business alliance, involving some matters of the two families' businesses. It can't be dissolved just because you want to."
I continued to cry. "Then I'll ask my dad to get me a new fiancé."
Chapter 9I was locked up in the mental hospital.
Since then, I had heard a lot about Dean from those doctors.
Dean started as a poor guy, but he became so successful afterward.
His mother was the love of the life of Jordan Reese, the current head of the Reese family.
Jordan, the legitimate eldest son of the Reese family, abandoned Dean's mom for the sake of the family's fortune and married a rich woman. Many years later, he found out that Dean's mom was pregnant and raised Dean together with her even though he didn't give her a status.
Dean was their only child.
Dean had always been called a fatherless child and was bullied a lot when he was young.
At that time, Abby lived nearby, and she also came from a single-parent family.
Two kids in the same situation were each other's warmth.
Their affection for each other grew as time passed.
That also laid the groundwork for his dealing with me later.
They used my misery to compose a poem of their true love. It was extremely ridiculous!
Chapter 10I wiped away my tears and looked directly into his eyes. "Have you forgotten that you have a younger brother, who is the legitimate son of Jordan?"
I saw fear in his eyes.
There was a fundamental difference between a legitimate child and an illegitimate child.
One was legitimate, and the other was not.
Because I liked him, I often targeted his younger brother back then.
But now I realized how foolish I was.
"Just you wait!"
As long as Jordan and his current wife didn't get divorced, Dean's mom would never be able to have a title.
And without the support of me, Dean's fiancée, Dean would remain an illegitimate child.
He'd never be able to enter the Reese family's power circle.
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