After Getting Engaged to My Rival, My BF Asked Me to Come Back

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."