Chapter 2His First Love Faked Her Death, So I Faked Mine And Ran Away

His warm, devoted eyes had turned completely to ice.

He wrapped his arms protectively around the girl, acting like I was a monster about to slaughter her.

"Julian told me he was sick of you. I only sacrificed my own body to help you keep your husband."

The once timid, pathetic girl poked her head out from under the covers and gave me a victorious, mocking smile.

"You absolute bitch!"

I lunged forward and slapped her across the face.

An instant later, a much harder, more vicious slap cracked across my own cheek.

Julian looked at me with pure disgust.

"I pursued her! Chloe is completely innocent. Do not you dare insult her!"

He hit me so hard I coughed up a mouthful of blood. Then, more blood started pouring from my nose.

Julian had completely forgotten that I had a mild blood clotting disorder. A single injury took me weeks to recover from.

"Ah! Blood! I am so scared!"

The flicker of guilt that had just appeared in Julian's eyes instantly vanished, replaced by furious anger the second Chloe started trembling.

"Go find a doctor right now! Are you trying to scare her to death looking like a corpse?!"

The man who used to tear up whenever I got a tiny paper cut had completely transformed into a brutal stranger.

I used the hidden camera on my necklace to record the entire scene and live streamed it directly to the internet, announcing our divorce to the world.

"I am exactly this kind of woman. Do not worry, Julian. I will hate you for the rest of my life!"

I thought that was the end of us. But instead, he grabbed a kitchen knife and plunged it straight into his own stomach.

"I still love you! I was just looking for a cheap thrill."

"Please do not be this cruel to me. We promised we were going to spend our lives together."

He collapsed into a pool of his own blood, begging me.

My heart softened. Even if I didn't want him anymore, I couldn't bear the thought of my unborn child growing up without a father.

So, right before he lost consciousness, I agreed to remarry him.

But on the night of our remarriage, just as I was about to tell him I was pregnant...

He forced my jaw open and poured a glass of heavily drugged liquor down my throat.

"I erased every trace of your existence. I completely control your family's company, and they are about to declare bankruptcy."

As sheer terror filled my eyes, he gave me a terrifying, psychotic smile.

"You cyberbullied Chloe until she jumped off a building. Did you honestly think I would ever forgive you?"

"From now on, you are the lowest slave in the Carter family. You will spend the rest of your miserable life paying for your sins!"

I hated them both, but I never once wanted Chloe dead.

I never believed a pathetic affair was worth someone losing their life, but Chloe was gone.

That split second of shock was all Julian needed to pin me down and force the drugs into my system.

And then, I endured six months of absolute, grinding hell.

"Hurry up and wash Madam's feet!"

The maid grabbed my dangerously thin arm and dragged me in front of Chloe.

A massive wave of humiliation drowned me.

For the last six months, I had lost my memories. I genuinely believed I was a psychotic killer who had murdered her family.

I used to kneel on the floor crying, begging her for forgiveness.

When she threw glass vases at my head, I would willingly look up to take the hit.

"I can do it myself. I know she still hates me..."

Chloe put on a pathetic, wounded expression, covering her face as if she were crying.

Julian's face darkened.

"Who gave you permission to stand while talking to Chloe?"

He demanded coldly. The maid immediately kicked the back of my knees, forcing me to the floor.

"Apologize! Or I will force you to drink Ms. Chloe's dirty footwater!"

I knelt on the floor, staring at the maid who used to bow to me, now treating me like absolute garbage.

Without money, power, or an identity, any random nobody could crush me.

A bucket of freezing, dirty water was dumped over my head. I couldn't stop myself from gagging.

"She just hates me!"

Chloe screamed, fake crying as she wildly scratched at Julian's chest.

"She threw up! It is disgusting! She is so dirty!"

Julian looked down at me with zero emotion.

"If she is dirty, go wash her."

Several people dragged me away, forcibly stripped me naked, and scrubbed my skin raw with dry, heavy bristle brushes until I bled.

They forced more drugs into my stomach, triggering waves of violent vomiting that felt like a medical stomach pump.

Eventually, I dragged myself back to the basement, completely broken.

Just a second before I passed out on the cold concrete, a pair of strong hands caught me.

"Miss."