Freezed

He Thought I Was A Doormat, Until I Ruined Him

SHANA GRAY

The sterile white of the operating room blurred, then sharpened, as Skye Sterling felt the cold clawing its way up her body. The heart monitor flatlined, a steady, high-pitched whine announcing her end. Her uterus had been removed, a desperate attempt to stop the bleeding, but the blood wouldn't clot. It just kept flowing, warm and sticky, pooling beneath her. Through heavy eyes, she saw a trembling nurse holding a phone on speaker. "Mr. Kensington," the nurse's voice cracked, "your wife... she's critical." A pause, then a sweet, poisonous giggle. Seraphina Miller. "Liam is in the shower," Seraphina's voice purred. "Stop calling, Skye. It's pathetic. Faking a medical emergency on our anniversary? Even for you, that's low." Then, Liam's bored voice: "If she dies, call the funeral home. I have a meeting in the morning." Click. The line went dead. A second later, so did Skye. The darkness that followed was absolute, suffocating, a black ocean crushing her lungs. She screamed into the void, a silent, agonizing wail of regret for loving a man who saw her as a nuisance, for dying without ever truly living. Until she died, she didn't understand. Why was her life so tragically wasted? Why did her husband, the man she loved, abandon her so cruelly? The injustice of it all burned hotter than the fever in her body. Then, the air rushed back in. Skye gasped, her body convulsing violently on the mattress. Her eyes flew open, wide and terrified, staring blindly into the darkness. Her trembling hand reached for her phone. May 12th. Five years ago. She was back.

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It was getting dark. In the western suburbs, the lights were on in only one room of the two-storied villa.

It had been three days since Shawn Yu had kept Windy Fu locked in the room.

"Please, stop!" she begged, drawing in labored breaths. She felt like she was dying. She never expected Shawn Yu to treat her like this. He raped her repeatedly not caring whether she lived or died.

Windy Fu pleaded with him to stop again and again for the sake of her child. If it hadn't been for her baby, she wouldn't have cared even if she died!

She was filled with pure hate for the man in front of her at this moment. But her pleas fell on deaf ears. Shawn Yu looked at her coldly.

"You deserve this! I warned you many times not to hurt your sister, but you still ignored me. Do you really think that I would just stand by and do nothing?" he said with an evil smile.

Windy Fu shook her head, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I didn't... I didn't hurt her, really," she sobbed.

Shawn Yu didn't buy it for a second. "How dare you defend yourself? If you didn't hurt her, how did she miscarry?"

"I really don't know." She looked at him, desperately hoping he would believe her but she knew that no matter how much she explained, it was useless. He would never let her go.

He had no feelings for her. He said that he didn't like children, and he didn't want them but that was only for her. He cared so much about her sister's pregnancy. Now her sister's child was gone, and he was heartbroken. He was torturing her until he got an explanation for the death of the baby.

Windy was filled with despair. Despite knowing that this cold and ruthless man loved someone else and had no place for her in his heart, she continued to love him. The deeper she fell in love with him, the worse it would be for her in the end!

She couldn't earn his trust no matter how hard she tried.

Sweat trickled down Shawn's forehead. His expression was ferocious and his brutality was out of control.

"Ah! Please don't! It hurts!" Windy shrieked with a pained expression. She subconsciously covered her belly with her hands. She felt like life was flowing away from her body slowly.

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