The fiancé listened to the advice of his white moonlight and sent me to a special women's prison-to learn to be good. Later, when he picked me up from prison, I truly learned to be good as he wished, no longer willing to approach him even by a step. But he regretted it; he grabbed my hand, his eyes reddened, and his voice trembled at the end. "Was it also a lie in your diary that you would raise a dog with me in the future?"
Chapter 1
My fiancé, Cary Quinn, swayed by the opinion of his unattainable love, Chloe Barrett, sent me to a special women's prison to "become obedient".
Later, when he came to pick me up, I had indeed learned to behave as he wished, no longer willing to take a step closer to him.
Yet, he regretted it, clutching my hand with tears in his eyes, his voice trembling.
"Was it all a lie, what you wrote in your diary about wanting to get a dog with me?"
01
Cary threw me into a special women's prison for three months to make me obedient.
Yesterday was the last day.
The officer returned my personal belongings as I turned to leave, but he suddenly leaned in close to my ear.
Like a predator ready to strike, he pinned me to the spot, a wave of disgust and revulsion washing over me.
I dared not step back, memories flashing like shattered glass before my eyes, as I fought to suppress my nausea.
I asked, "Is there... anything else?"
"Tsk, without a tongue, your words do sound better." He gripped my jaw tightly, , forcing me to open my mouth.
The stump of my tongue was exposed to the air, and he smiled with satisfaction.
He released his grip, pausing for effect. "Remember, don't tell Cary the truth, or else... I'll drag you back here, and it won't just be for three months!"
My body trembled, and I nodded frantically, tears streaming down my face in fear, splattering onto the ground and his hand.
Seeing my terrified, trembling figure, a thrill of excitement flashed in his eyes.
I never wanted to return to that place! Even a single day there would have been the death of me!
02
The familiar black Bentley was parked at the entrance. As I approached, the driver reached for my luggage, but I instinctively resisted, hiding it behind me.
The driver was taken aback, and so was I.
I was biting my lip while being completely wrapped up in panic and hesitation, and both of us were frozen in place.
I was accustomed to a life of privilege, never needing to carry my own luggage.
I lowered my eyes, stepping aside, "No, no, it's fine. I'll do it myself."
Before the driver could respond, an impatient voice came from the back seat.
"Ignore her. Let's see how long she can keep up this act! Chloe was right! You should have stayed in that prison for another two months!"
With a thud, my suitcase and I fell to the ground. I frantically pulled at my hair, kneeling on the pavement.
Slapping my own face without caring about the pain, I cried out, "Please, don't send me back there. I'll behave, I promise! Cary, no, Mr. Quinn, I really will behave!"
I knelt outside the car.
Cary rolled down the window, his pupils contracting sharply.
He frowned deeply, his voice dripping with disdain.
"Chloe was right, you're just pretending to be pitiful in there! So you can skip the training! Jennifer! You're disgusting! To please me, you resort to such degrading behavior!"
I forced a bitter smile, my face ashen.
Cary was wrong. If I didn't do this, if I didn't try to play the pity card, I might not have survived that prison that breaks your spirit.
I didn't want him to despise me, nor did I want to be sent back there again.
I looked up in shock, staring at the once-familiar face. My eyes, which had once been filled with love, now held only endless fear.
What should I do, Cary?
I regretted it. I regretted falling in love with you...
03
Once in the car, I turned to face the window, sitting as far from Cary as possible.
But it wasn't enough. Sharing the same space with him made my exposed skin feel like it was burning.
I couldn't help but hug myself tightly. These actions, as seen by Cary, led to another round of ridicule.
"You're still acting like a pampered child! It's summer and it's hot, yet you seem to feel extremely cold."
I closed my eyes. My lips were trembling with fear and I didn't dare to respond.
But in Cary's eyes, it seemed like I was throwing another tantrum.
He pulled me over, his voice icy. "What? Have you gone mute, or is your temper getting worse? Don't you understand basic manners?"
My eyelashes fluttered, a tear falling onto his hand, and he abruptly let go.
"You!" His tone softened slightly, "Why are you crying?"
"No, nothing..."
Chapter 1
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Chapter 2
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Chapter 3
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Chapter 4
14/01/2025
Chapter 5
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