George had once ever said to me as he pointed to the photo screen, "Wimsley Group is the leader of the entire medical beauty industry. As the president, using such childish things will make employees and partners think I am dissolute and frivolous."
On the other hand, he had recorded all photos of Sophia from the time she entered the Wimsley Family at the age of five. I always remembered what he said to me about her.
[At the age of seven, I saw Sophia for the first time. She was like a frightened little rabbit and I wanted to protect her.”
“At the age of sixteen, Sophia shot her first advertisement and gained a lot of male fans. I was jealous and crazy. Why did she become my sister?!”
“At the age of twenty-three, Sophia got married. I was drunk all night and really wanted to rush to the wedding room to snatch her back. However, I still got my consciousness that it would affect her reputation.]
In the five years of marriage, George had been with me at home only a few times. In fact, he was always on business trips. It turned out that he went to the crew to visit Sophia.
At night, Sophia found out that her period was late. Yet, George bought her a hot pack and sanitary pads in the heavy rain. Instead to me, he lightly asked the servant to buy it. He even said that he was embarrassed to buy such things by himself.
Regardless of the size of the festival, he would personally send Sophia luxurious and expensive gifts, starting from priceless jewellery to limited-edition sports cars, various high-end brands and even a European castle. It was none other than because of he was too in love with her and ironically, I always got the gifts that Sophia throws into the trash can.
There was another contact in Whatsapp. I opened it and it showed the picture of me being humiliated for three days. George didn't feel sorry for me at all. Instead, there was a voice note sent and sounded his talking, "Make a haste to deliver the baby. Don’t give her the anaesthesia and painkillers. Otherwise, it will affect the beauty oil. Sophia will be unhappy."
Hearing this, I put down the phone tremblingly. George behind me suddenly woke up and pushed me down on the bed. His eyes were blurred and he looked at me with infinite affection.
"Sophia, you’re so beautiful. I want you."
My heart skipped a beat. Obviously, he was not completely awake. The alcohol and the new face on me made him recognize the wrong person.
I pushed him hard, "George, you’re wrong. I am Jane. I haven't recovered yet. You can't..."
The tearing pain blocked all the words in my throat. He ignored my resistance and struggle. He vented to his heart's content, calling Sophia's name constantly.
The heat flowed out from under me and the blood stained the sheets red. I shed tears numbly. Once again, I became the broken doll thrown in the wasteland.
I had no idea how long it took until George fell down with satisfaction. He then fell asleep and was murmuring, "Sophia, don't worry. I will make Jane pregnant again. You will always have the beauty oil. You are the most beautiful woman."
My heart instantly fell into an ice cave. I called my best friend abroad and asked her to help me arrange a plastic surgery.
After buying myself a ticket to go abroad in three days later, I completely lost my strength. However, I couldn't fall asleep. I just kept my eyes open until dawn, letting the blood under my body cool down and the coldness pierced my bones.
The next day, George woke up and saw this scene and was shocked. He ignored his cleanliness and wiped my body with hot water. He changed the clean sheets and looked guilty.
"Jane, I'm sorry. I drank too much last night. I didn't mean it. I just loved you too much and I couldn't control myself for a while."
Seeing the pain in his eyes, I almost believed it. "It's okay, I'll just go to the hospital and take care of it."
"Shall I go with you?"
