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Consumed by His Cruelty

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 878    |    Released on: 10/07/2025

of antiseptic filling my nose. Fragmente

ampagne glasses and fake smiles. I was standing by th

t the cold, distant woman Ethan remembered, but the warm, kind person I k

per. "You have such a good heart. You see the

it pro bono. It was a project I was passionate about. But a section of scaffolding had collapsed

Eleanor had said, squeezing m

face a mask of concern as she spoke to Ethan. But I was closer, hid

was saying. "Olivia was the last one to sign off

ary inspection. My signature was on the delay request, not

spiring interior designer, she had access. She had made the pape

y. "You were reckless! You could have killed people! My mother

in her bed at home, a few weeks later. She kn

l," she' d whispered, her breath shall

s leaving Ethan the company, but o

he only one who can anchor him.

dying woman' s last wish. A

lackwood empire. So he married me. And he made it his life's mission to punish me for it, fueled by Sophia' s

, supported his career, and endured his public cruelty and private neglect. I gave up my

day he wo

ding accident he blamed me for in the end. It was her actual death. She had a heart attack a week after tha

by a scar tissue so thick I could no longer feel anything at all. I had been l

oat. His punching bag. The living embodi

ugh me. My eyes

s in a hospital bed. The sm

pain shooting through my sh

't go back to that house.

lt weak, my muscles like jelly. I stood up, but the

the cold,

there, helpless, the sterile white of the hospital room

ad to surrender. But a tiny, hard ember of something new was g

as r

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Consumed by His Cruelty
“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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