- 2.
The coldness of his voice sent chills down my
spine.
I clearly heard the word “arranged.”
So, Tony, you were the one who personally
drugged me? You never wanted kids with me
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at all!
I don’t know how I made it back to bed.
The next day, Tony brought a guy to me.
“Jenny, I finally found the guy who messed
you up. Today I’m going to make him pay. Is
that ok with you, baby?”
He held my hand, looking so sincere.
Looking at the trembling scapegoat kneeling
on the floor, I felt numb.
“Honey, is he really the one? Could someone
have been behind it?”
A strange look flashed across Tony’s face
before disappearing.
“Jake! He used to be your bodyguard. I guess
he’s been holding a grudge!”
“Jenny, don’t worry, I’ll get revenge! You go
back to your room, so you don’t have to see
this.”
I mechanically turned and left, listening to the
wails and cries for mercy as I went.
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Back in my room, I opened up the photo
album. I used to love looking at the old
photos of me and Tony.
Tony was my dad’s godson, so we basically
grew up together.
When I was ten, I was kidnapped. Fifteen-
year–old Tony rescued me, spending six
months in the hospital to recover.
When I was eighteen, I got shot at my
birthday party. Tony took the bullet for me,
taking two shots himself.
I thought that what we had was something
that went beyond living and dying together,
and that nobody could ever come close to us.
But now I knew it was just a way for him to
earn my trust and my dad’s.
I squeezed the photo album hard, feeling like
my heart was being torn open.
“Jenny.” I felt arms wrap around me from
behind.
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The familiar smell made me tremble.
“I have something I have to take care of later.
Why don’t you go to the resort, okay?”
I stiffened when I thought of the resort trip I
had finally managed to get Tony to agree to.
“Okay.”
I obediently got into the driver’s car and
headed to the resort.
A small sliver of hope remained.
Maybe I misunderstood everything.
Maybe Tony was saying those things to Jake,
so people would think Sarah was his
weakness, and I would be safer.
But was that really it?
My hopes were crushed by a video I got from
an unknown number.
“Mr. Moretti, why don’t we go to another
room? If Mrs. Moretti saw us like this, she’d
hate me…”
“What are you worried about?” the man
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chuckled dismissively.
In the video, I saw Tony passionately kiss
Sarah.
You could clearly see their tongues sliding
against each other.
“This should have been your room. As for
Jenny, with me around, who would dare to
hurt you!”
Then, Tony started tearing off Sarah’s
clothes, picking her up and carrying her to my
marriage bed.
I threw the phone into the hot tub, and
started crying into my hands.
Tony finally got to the resort in the early
hours.
I felt his warm body press against me, and his
arms wrap around my waist. But all I felt was
disgusted.
I pretended to be asleep and rolled out of his
arms. Tony stubbornly pulled me back into his
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embrace.
After he got up and left.
I got up and saw that breakfast was already
on the table, all my favorite dishes.
But I didn’t feel anything.
Around noon, Tony went to pick up lunch. I
was lounging in the hot tub, trying to clear my
head.
That’s when I heard a soft voice next to me.
“Mrs. Moretti, I accidentally got hurt today.”
