After three years of our marriage, my husband’s childhood sweetheart slandered me for pushing her off the building and causing her to have a miscarriage.
She cried and tugged at my husband’s sleeve.
“I shouldn’t have gotten you drunk. We had a crazy night and I got pregnant unexpectedly. I understand if your wife doesn’t want me to keep the baby.”
“But she could have just let me take the abortion pills, why did she push me down the stairs and break my legs? I’ll never be able to dance again. She ruined my future….”
My husband held her in his arms with heartache and stared at me with hatred.
That night, I had my hands and legs broken and I was locked up in a behavioral correction institution.
“You must pay for your mistakes and reflect on yourself here. I’ll get you out after you’ve learned your lesson and understood,” he said.
I cried and begged to defend myself, but he flew straight abroad with his childhood sweetheart to seek medical treatment.
A year later, he returned to Celestia in a high–profile with Hillary Arnouts, who had given birth to twins and finally remembered me who was still in the correctional center.
Outside the encrypted ward, he spoke with arrogance on his face.
“If you hadn’t been infertile, Hillary wouldn’t have thought of helping me to have children. She had good intentions, but you hurt her out of jealousy.”
“For the sake of our old relationship, I’ll give you another chance. As long as you raise my children well, you’ll still be the wife of mine, Diego Hamilton.”
He didn’t hear me, in the ward, give him any response and kicked the door impatiently. “Zara, why are you still throwing a tantrum? Do you want to be locked up for the rest of your life?”
He didn’t know that the airtight ward could no longer hold me.
As early as ten months ago, I was treated with electroconvulsive therapy to the point of mental illness and committed suicide in despair.
“It seems, here hasn’t made you learn your lesson, but has made you behave even worse, right? If you insist on having bad behavior, I can only ask the staff to intensify the behavioral treatment for you.”
Diego’s voice was full of threats.
Hillary, who was following him, sensibly tugged at his sleeve and gently comforted him.
“Diego, don’t be angry. I’ll have some words with her.”
She lightly knocked on the door, her voice soft and gentle.
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Diego instantly softened.
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“I know you’re only thinking for my own good. Zara has been spoiled since she was a child, but you are different. You are always used to swallowing your anger.”
“She always bullied you when you were a child and you suffered a lot. Let’s take it as a settling of accounts this time. I’ll make her admit her guilt and apologize.”
Admit my guilt? The soul like suddenly began to tremble.
This so–called my husband, didn’t know, I had already confessed my guilt.
Perhaps it was during the second or third visit to the treatment room.
The electric current flowed through my entire body and even fainting was a luxury. The instinct of my body made me lose all my self–esteem, but I was beaten again for dirtying
the floor.
I admitted everything, knelt on the ground and plead guilty, begging them to let me go.
What harm? What jealousy? Even if they called me an alien, I admitted it.
I laid on the ground with my mind in a daze and my mouth was still muttering.
“I was wrong. I committed a heinous crime and deserve to go to hell. I was truly wrong.”
The therapist asked me to speak out in detail about the crimes I had committed.
I collapsed on the ground and pondered for a long time, wondering what crime I had
committed.
That day, Hillary came to my door and told me she was pregnant with my husband’s child.
I was very angry and yelled at her that she was a shameless mistress.
She laughed so happily that she almost drove me crazy.
To tell you the truth, I didn’t push her downstairs. I just wanted to drive her away, but she rushed up and pulled me towards the stairs, intentionally falling herself down.
I was terrified, but she immediately dialed Diego’s phone number.
I still remembered the way Diego looked at me at that time.
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