For the three years he was my live-in husband, there was no physical contact between us. He was like my most loyal butler, servant, and caretaker. But when he became my financial backer, we were intimate all the time, indulging in passion every night. "I've been thinking about you for a long time..." In the darkness of the night, the man kissed me recklessly. He was my live-in husband. Thus, as the precious daughter of a wealthy family, I had no choice but to let this destitute man marry into my family and become my husband. Out of resentment, I humiliated him repeatedly, mistreated him, and even resorted to physical abuse. Yet, he never got angry, always maintaining the appearance of an obedient and gentle man. But just as I was slowly falling for him, he suddenly asked me for a divorce. The once gentle and submissive man turned into a cunning and terrifying figure overnight. In an instant, my family fell into ruin, while he rose to power. The man I once trampled underfoot had transformed into my financial backer.
Chapter 1 The Live-in 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.
After all, in situations like this-where I had fallen and he had risen-he should have sought revenge for all the humiliation he had suffered.
But he didn't. He remained just as gentle as before.
I quickly said, "No need. I can go back on my own."
Then, flustered, I rushed out.
His indifferent voice followed behind me. "Did you come to see me for something?"
"No," I replied without looking back, running out of the courtyard.
Rain started to fall outside, and I clenched the small gift in my hand.
Today was our third wedding anniversary.
I had never treated him well before, but now that I realized my feelings for him, I had wanted to celebrate it properly with him.
But instead, what awaited me was a divorce agreement.
I chuckled self-mockingly, letting the downpour drench me completely.
The next day, I fell ill, curled up under the blanket, too weak to get up.
Outside, loud noises and commotion erupted.
Dragging my feeble body out, I saw my father sitting on a peeling old wall, saying he didn't want to live anymore.
We were now living in a rundown apartment complex-dirty and messy but cheap.
My mother was crying hysterically, saying if my father jumped, she would jump too.
With a throbbing headache, I tried to console my father. "It's just bankruptcy. As long as we're alive, there's always hope."
But then, my father suddenly fixed me with a piercing gaze, making my heart sink.
Then, he said, "Go and beg Julian for help. He's our son-in-law. He will definitely help us."
My mother quickly chimed in, "Yes! Even though we weren't good to him before, he'll surely help us for your sake. Go ask him."
I forced a bitter smile.
They still didn't know that he had already abandoned me.
I refused, but my father threatened to end his life.
Left with no choice, I finally agreed.
Before I left, my mother used the last of our money to dress me up-a deep V-neck dress, sexy pointed-toe heels.
She even hired someone to do my makeup and style my hair.
Looking at my reflection in the mirror, I let out a self-deprecating laugh.
I didn't look like I was going to beg for help-I looked like I was going to seduce someone.
But even if I stripped naked in front of him now, he probably wouldn't spare me a glance.
I still couldn't understand-why did he sleep with me that night at the reunion?
Was he drunk and mistook me for his first love?
Pushing away those messy thoughts, I decided to go through the motions, just to prove to my parents that he wouldn't help us.
I found out he was at his company and headed straight there.
My parents waited downstairs, hoping for 'good news.'
Seeing their hopeful expressions, I didn't know what to say-just felt a little bitter.
When I reached his office floor, people shot me strange looks, whispers of mockery filling the air.
I ignored them, straightened my back, and walked in.
But the moment I saw him, my confidence crumbled, and my shoulders hunched slightly.
He sat in his chair, exuding an air of nobility, smiling at me...
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