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At first, I thought he was abusing me in order to make me leave with nothing. Later, I realized that I had seriously underestimated him. Not only did he want my life, but he also wanted my daughter's life. And I had to take the initiative. Moreover, I had to come out of it unscathed.
Chapter 1 We Can't Kill Her
I, Sarah Marshall, have been married to my husband, Sean Williams, for seven years, and the domestic violence began suddenly this month.
Just now, I experienced the third instance of abuse.
He was drunk, and like grabbing a rag doll, he yanked my hair and slammed my head against the wall. Blood flowed instantly, and my vision blurred.
I was not only in excruciating pain but also deeply humiliated, yet I didn't dare to make a sound because our five-year-old daughter, Susie Williams, was asleep in the guest room.
I was terrified of waking her, afraid she would witness this horrific scene.
I didn't want her to know she had a father who was a monstrous tyrant and a mother who was beaten and stripped of dignity.
When I came to, it was already late at night. He lay beside me, snoring loudly, as if nothing had happened.
If I wanted to escape, I could easily stab him while he slept, but I had a daughter. I couldn't be so reckless.
Enduring the severe pain, I sat up, unlocked his phone with his fingerprint, and quietly went to the living room.
I studied computer network security at college, and although I've been a stay-at-home mom for six years, I haven't lost my skills. Installing invisible monitoring software on his phone without a trace was not difficult for me.
This software was powerful because it not only monitored his calls but also acted as a portable listening device. As long as he had his phone, he was within my surveillance range.
The reason for doing this was that during the previous two instances of abuse, he bluntly said, "If you can't take it, divorce me and leave with nothing!"
That was when I realized his true motive for the abuse.
But why should I?
This spacious luxury apartment was a gift from my parents before marriage, and the other properties and assets were our joint marital property. How could I hand them over to an abusive man?
My plan was simple. I needed to gather evidence of his abuse to fight for custody of my daughter and my rightful share during the divorce proceedings.
Some might ask why I didn't report him since domestic violence was a criminal offense. I admitted I had my reasons. First, causing minor injuries only resulted in a sentence of less than three years. Second, even if he was convicted, I didn't want my daughter's future to be affected by having a father with a criminal record.
So I didn't want to dwell on it, I just wanted a divorce.
However, the next evening, when I overheard his conversation with his mistress, I realized I had underestimated him.
The mistress's name was Maia Johnson, a girl I've met before. She was Sean's hometown acquaintance and has even dined at our home.
Fresh out of college, she was interning at their company. Young and pretty, she seemed as innocent and sweet as a little bunny.
But their explicit, straightforward and flirtatious conversation in the car was unbearable. Those words, even as a woman married for seven years, I couldn't bring myself to say. I realized her innocence and sweetness were just a facade. Next they couldn't wait to have sex in the car, making indescribable noises.
Through their intermittent conversation, I learned that Sean had betrayed our marriage and me half a year ago. He should be the one leaving with nothing. He deserved to not get a penny and to be physically castrated.
Half an hour later, everything finally calmed down. Maia, panting, asked, "You've beaten her like that, and she still won't divorce you?"
Sean lit a cigarette and chuckled softly, "Don't worry, she's just a spoiled princess. It won't take long before she obediently leaves."
Hearing this, I clenched my fists, seething with anger. But when I heard their sinister plan, I realized my anger was premature.
Their plot was so shocking that it made my heart race.
"Humph!" Maia pouted playfully, "She's already a woman in her thirties, her father is dead, and her glory days are over. She won't let go easily. What if she drags it out and refuses to divorce? She can wait, but the son in my belly can't."
Sean replied, "Then what do you suggest? We can't just kill her!"
Maia retorted, "Why not?"
Sean said, "Are you kidding? This is a society with strict laws and surveillance. Murder is punishable by death."
Maia laughed, her voice was sweet and melodic, yet her words sent chills down my spine.
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Chapter 1 We Can't Kill Her
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Chapter 2 Conspiracy Came Soon
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Chapter 3 Struggle For A Safe Victory
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Chapter 4 Work In Perfect Harmony
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Chapter 5 My Husband Is Dead
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Chapter 6 Fulfil My Duty To The Utmost
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Chapter 7 Foolish Girl
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Chapter 8 People Risk Everything For Money
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Chapter 9 The Grand Finale
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