The Wife He Never Wanted
Yes, I had done everything I could to get into his bed.
To outsiders, our marriage looked perfect. Adrian and I were the picture of a loving couple. But the truth was, we had slept in separate rooms for years. He never allowed me to step into his bedroom. He even installed a keypad lock, afraid I might try to sneak in at night.
Once, he brought Ella over for the night. My gastritis flared up so badly that sweat drenched my body, and weakness pinned me to the bed. My throat was raw; I couldn't even call for help. I passed out in my room while he and Ella were in his, tangled up in pleasure.
In my previous life, Ella often came to our home, flaunting their love right in front of me, showing off the jewelry Adrian had bought her, the gifts meant to humiliate me.
I was jealous, furious, desperate. One day, I lost control and pushed her down the stairs.
Afterward, Adrian came home with a whip tipped with metal spikes. He tied me up in the basement and lashed me until I was nothing but blood and pain. My skin split open; the floor was slick with red. Even the rats came crawling over to gnaw at my wounds.
Remembering it now felt like knives tearing through my chest.
It was time to end this once and for all.
I went home, slept for a while, and woke to find it was already evening.
The moment I turned on my phone, a message from Adrian appeared. 'My mom just finished shopping. Go pick her up.'
A location was attached.
Adrian's mother, Linda Cooper, had always been kind to me.
My grandfather and Adrian's grandfather had fought side by side in the war, and our families had stayed close for generations.
After my parents' accident, I was entrusted to the Cross family's care. Linda treated me like her own daughter, and after I married Adrian, her kindness only deepened.
She wasn't the type to spend her days wandering malls.
Even knowing something felt off, I still wanted to see what Adrian was planning. So, I followed the location he sent and drove to the mall.
When I arrived, I found myself in the underground parking lot. Suddenly, someone came up behind me and pressed a damp cloth over my mouth.
Everything went black.
When I came to, I was lying inside an abandoned factory.
A few women stood around me, and in the middle of them was Ella.
"Make her kneel."
Two of them grabbed me by the arms and forced me down in front of her.
Ella stepped closer, gripped my chin, and slapped me hard across the face. "You pathetic bitch. You think you can get pregnant with Addy's child?"
She yanked my hair, forcing me to look up at her. "Addy can't even stand you. Do you really think he'd ever touch you? Keep dreaming."
Her other hand slid across my cheek, her tone almost playful. "Such a pretty face. What a shame it'd be if it got ruined."
She reached for a knife lying on a nearby stool and raised it toward my face.
I bit down on her wrist with all my strength.
Ella screamed, then kicked me square in the chest. A sharp, metallic taste filled my throat as pain exploded through my ribs.
"You filthy rat! How dare you bite me? Beat her!"
Her friends rushed in, kicking me over and over until everything went dark again.
"Throw some water on her," she yelled. "Wake her up."
Cold water splashed over me, but I didn't move. Someone muttered nervously, "Ella, what if she's dead?"
For a second, panic flickered across Ella's face. Then, she stepped on me with her heel and snarled, "Don't you dare play dead! You think I'll let you off that easily?"
Someone crouched beside me and pressed a finger under my nose. My breath was so faint it barely existed. The girl jolted back in terror and fell to the ground.
