Consumed by His Cruelty

Consumed by His Cruelty

Xi Jin

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The half-finished frame of the house stood against the gray sky, a monument to Sophia White' s dreams and my personal hell. As Olivia Reed, a licensed architect, I was forced by my husband, Ethan Blackwood, to build it for the woman he truly loved, while he chipped away at my spirit, piece by painful piece. He despised me, believing I was the reason his mother was dead. My world shattered when Ethan, fueled by Sophia's venomous whispers, forced me to give my blood to Sophia after I physically retaliated against her years of psychological torture and discovered her pregnancy by him. He held me down, his loyal doctor drained my life force, and the woman who had already taken my home, my husband, and even my beloved dog, Shadow, now literally consumed me. The forced transfusion was the climax of three years of escalating torment. He had made me eat a stew cooked from my own murdered dog-the only creature in that desolate mansion who offered me unconditional love-after Sophia orchestrated his death, claiming he triggered her fabricated allergies. I had endured his public cruelty and private neglect, sacrificing my ambitions, all while Sophia systematically undermined me, framing me for professional incompetence and destroying my reputation. Every accusation, every humiliation, every act of betrayal was a calculated blow. He was the brute force, Sophia the venom wrapped in fake sympathy. I was his scapegoat, his punching bag, the living embodiment of a mistake he was forced to make. He saw a victim where there was a viper, and in his eyes, I would always be the villain. The love I once foolishly held for him was gone, replaced by a deep, hollow ache that cemented into ice-cold rage. Laying in that hospital bed, utterly empty, a new, hard ember began to glow: rage. I had to get out. For good this time. I scribbled 'I quit' on hospital stationery, signed my own divorce papers, and with newfound resolve, walked out of the hospital and straight to the one man who had loved me all along: Daniel Clark.

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The half-finished frame of the house stood against the gray sky, a monument to Sophia White' s dreams and my personal hell. As Olivia Reed, a licensed architect, I was forced by my husband, Ethan Blackwood, to build it for the woman he truly loved, while he chipped away at my spirit, piece by painful piece. He despised me, believing I was the reason his mother was dead.

My world shattered when Ethan, fueled by Sophia's venomous whispers, forced me to give my blood to Sophia after I physically retaliated against her years of psychological torture and discovered her pregnancy by him. He held me down, his loyal doctor drained my life force, and the woman who had already taken my home, my husband, and even my beloved dog, Shadow, now literally consumed me.

The forced transfusion was the climax of three years of escalating torment. He had made me eat a stew cooked from my own murdered dog-the only creature in that desolate mansion who offered me unconditional love-after Sophia orchestrated his death, claiming he triggered her fabricated allergies. I had endured his public cruelty and private neglect, sacrificing my ambitions, all while Sophia systematically undermined me, framing me for professional incompetence and destroying my reputation.

Every accusation, every humiliation, every act of betrayal was a calculated blow. He was the brute force, Sophia the venom wrapped in fake sympathy. I was his scapegoat, his punching bag, the living embodiment of a mistake he was forced to make. He saw a victim where there was a viper, and in his eyes, I would always be the villain.

The love I once foolishly held for him was gone, replaced by a deep, hollow ache that cemented into ice-cold rage. Laying in that hospital bed, utterly empty, a new, hard ember began to glow: rage. I had to get out. For good this time. I scribbled 'I quit' on hospital stationery, signed my own divorce papers, and with newfound resolve, walked out of the hospital and straight to the one man who had loved me all along: Daniel Clark.

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