Chapter 1My Husband Thought Reform School Tamed Me. He Doesn't Know I'm Already Dead

My husband personally sent me to a reform school for the sake of his childhood sweetheart.

I was abused to death there, while he threw a lavish birthday party for his true love.

A year later, he finally drove to pick me up and take me home.

Later, when he was about to go on a date with his sweetheart, I kissed him sweetly and said, "Go ahead, darling. I'll wait for you to come back."

He was very pleased: "Sending you to that reform school was the right decision after all."

I smiled faintly: "Yes, darling."

But what he didn't know was that this person wasn't really me.

The real me was already dead.

Chloe came to visit our home and broke the only thing my grandmother had left me.

Looking at the shattered purple jade bracelet on the floor, I pushed her away.

I didn't use much force, but she fell to the ground, her cry bringing my husband running.

Lucas immediately slapped me across the face and helped Chloe up: "Are you okay, Chloe?"

The tenderness in his eyes and voice was something I had never heard before.

Chloe leaned into his arms, quietly sobbing, "I... I accidentally broke Olivia's bracelet. I'm so sorry..."

Lucas glanced at the bracelet on the floor and comforted her, "It's fine, that's not important."

I stared at them in disbelief.

This was the only thing my grandmother had left me.

And he said it wasn't important?

My fingers trembled with anger, but Lucas just walked away with her in his arms.

That evening, his assistant rushed over with a new bracelet.

It was prettier and more expensive than the one that broke.

But I didn't want it.

Lucas handed me the bracelet, telling me not to be so petty - it was just a bracelet, not worth getting so worked up over.

I clutched the new bracelet, staring at him blankly, "That was my grandmother's wedding gift to me."

My grandmother was the only one in the family who was ever kind to me. She had set aside this wedding gift, but wasn't able to attend my wedding.

Lucas just paused briefly, then frowned, "Chloe didn't mean to. What do you want?"

"I saw her take it out of the drawer and throw it on the floor herself. How was that not intentional?"

"Enough!" Lucas cut me off harshly, "Olivia, there aren't many people as petty as you in this world. You'll say anything to slander Chloe."

I was suddenly at a loss for words.

Looking at him was like looking at a stranger.

Seeing my stunned expression, Lucas softened his tone: "Don't be angry. I've already found someone to repair the bracelet. You can have it back in a few days."

Hearing that, I felt a little better.

But I still couldn't entirely let go of my resentment, clearly remembering the stinging slap he had given me without hesitation.