Captured By My Son in Law

Julian tormented me in bed for three days and three nights.

He was once a lowly live-in son-in-law. I not only refused to let him touch me but also trampled on him and humiliated him.

Now that I had fallen into ruin and he had risen to power, he seemed to be taking revenge-he never seemed to tire when he was with me.

...

My husband was a live-in son-in-law.

Originally, I liked his younger brother, but during a class reunion, Julian took advantage of my drunkenness and slept with me.

The scandal spread like wildfire.

My father had no choice but to marry me off to him, but on the condition that he would become our family's live-in son-in-law.

Julian was the son of his father and his ex-wife. Ever since his father remarried, he had been treated coldly.

But my family was wealthy, and I was the precious daughter my parents cherished. Having him as our live-in son-in-law was something his father eagerly agreed to.

And so, we got married.

But I was unhappy-I liked his younger brother.

Out of resentment, I made things difficult for him in every possible way. At night, I forced him to sleep on the floor and never allowed him onto the bed.

During meals, my brother and I ridiculed him, humiliated him, and forbade him from taking food.

When he came to bring me an umbrella on a rainy day out of kindness, I berated him.

I simply couldn't feel at ease without lashing out at him.

Yet, he was an odd one-he seemed to have no temper. No matter how my family and I mistreated and humiliated him, he never got angry and always maintained a calm and gentle demeanor.

To be honest, he was quite good-looking. But back in school, he was too introverted, always ranking at the bottom academically, repeating grades multiple times-someone everyone would shake their heads at.

His younger brother, on the other hand, was different. He was bright, handsome, and an outstanding student, a school heartthrob.

Thinking about how my budding romance with his younger brother was cut short because of him, I grew even more frustrated.

Late at night, I climbed out of bed and kicked him awake on the floor. "I'm thirsty."

He got up immediately and went to get me some water.

He was thoughtful-knowing it was autumn, he even brought me warm water.

But the moment I remembered how he had taken advantage of me that night, a surge of anger boiled within me. I raised my hand and poured the entire cup of water onto his face.

Even then, he didn't get angry-he simply walked into the bathroom silently.

Watching his tall, silent figure, I felt a tinge of guilt. But as soon as I recalled how he had ruined my entire future, that guilt vanished.

And so, I tormented and humiliated him for three years.

But three years was long enough for many things to change-like my family going bankrupt, like me developing feelings for him, and like... him asking me for a divorce.

When he handed me the divorce papers, he said his first love had returned.

I admit, at that moment, my heart ached as if a giant hand had gripped it, making it hard to breathe.

But having been spoiled since childhood, my pride wouldn't allow me to show a hint of sorrow in front of him. I decisively signed my name on the divorce papers.

As soon as I finished signing, his cool voice sounded beside me, "Do you need me to send a driver for you?"

I was stunned for a moment before I realized-

Yes, this mansion where I had lived for over twenty years no longer belonged to my family.

My family had gone bankrupt. Everything had been sold off.

And he-the man who once schemed to marry me, the live-in son-in-law we all looked down upon-had, unbeknownst to us, built his own company and was now thriving. He had even bought this mansion.

But I had no right to blame him or ask for a share of his wealth because he had built everything himself through patience and hard work. He had never used a single penny from our family.

He watched me quietly, without urging me.

Yet, his calmness made me recall all the ways I had mistreated him, and for the first time, I felt ashamed.