Chapter 3My Husband Thought Reform School Tamed Me. He Doesn't Know I'm Already Dead

He drove me out to the suburbs, and when I asked where we were going, he said he was taking me to meet someone.

When we arrived at our destination, there was no one there to meet.

There was only an old iron gate with a sign that read "Reform School."

I struggled desperately, trying to escape, but it was no use. I was tied up and thrown inside.

Lucas stood outside the gate, coldly watching me, saying he would come pick me up and bring me home in a year.

But three days later, I died in a cramped, stuffy dormitory.

In those three days, I was beaten with sticks, electrocuted, forced to kneel for hours, made to roll on beds of nails, taught how to be a proper person, and instructed in the ways of female obedience.

Bruised and battered, I returned to the dorm room and was about to lie down when the door was suddenly kicked open.

A group of men dragged me from the bed to the floor. The leader grabbed my chin, looking me over.

Someone said, "She's quite a looker, boss."

He sneered, "Well, she is Lucas's wife. Even with his poor taste, he wouldn't choose someone too ugly."

"You're unlucky to run into me. Who told Lucas to mess with me?"

"He bankrupted my family. Is it too much for me to mess with his wife?"

The lackeys chimed in, "How could that be too much? Lucas brought this on himself. Go ahead boss, we'll keep watch."

"Keep watch? What kind of brothers are you if you don't join in?"

The man laughed cruelly and started tearing at my clothes.

I cried and struggled, but with just one hand each, they could pin me to the floor, unable to move, at their mercy.

Despair and anguish spread through my chest as I recalled Lucas's cold expression when he left me here.

And how carelessly he had said he would come pick me up in a year.

Suddenly all my strength drained away as I stared blankly at the moldy ceiling.

They took videos and photos, but decided it wasn't enough - they wanted to call Lucas too.

"No... please don't!"

I shuddered violently, then shook my head desperately, crying and begging him not to do it.

The man laughed loudly as he dialed the number.

Thankfully, Lucas didn't answer. They tried calling several times with no luck.

The man hung up and showed me a video.

It had just been posted moments ago.

It was from Chloe.

In the video, she was holding a bouquet of bright red roses, wearing a birthday crown, sitting next to the man who had sent me to this place.

Lucas turned to look at her, his eyes overflowing with tenderness and love.

I stared blankly, forgetting the pain, forgetting where I was.

"Tsk, sending his wife to a place like this while throwing a birthday party for another woman. This Lucas sure knows how to play."

The man put the phone away, lamenting that it was a shame Lucas couldn't witness his wife being violated in person.

They tormented me all night long.

On the third night, I died in that dormitory.