Chapter 4 Cruel Woman

He clicked his tongue. "I envy useless guys like you. You can survive anywhere. I can't, though. I can't even sleep if my bed's not made of velvet."

I had nothing but a freezing glare for him. "Get out."

That only made his smile bigger. However, the dark cruelty in his eyes shone in contrast against his grin. "It's not your fault you couldn't get Yvonne pregnant."

My heart sank. "What do you mean?"

"She's been lacing your food with spermicide. It's enough to make you sterile forever." He leaned closer and whispered into my ear, "She had it all planned out. Once you become sterile, she'll have enough reason to divorce you and take your money. Then, she'll marry me."

So that was it. That was why we could never have our own children! Fury pulsed through my veins, filling my body with enough strength to stand back up. I slammed my palm right into Christopher's cheek. "You bastards!"

He staggered backward, but then a smirk curled his lips. He fell to the ground and let out a screeching scream. "What are you doing?"

Someone kicked the door open, and in came Yvonne with men in black.

"Christopher!" She held up Shawn, but when she noticed the mark on his face, she flew into a rage. "What did you do to him, Shawn?"

Christopher accused me through tears, "H-He's trying to kill me!"

I snapped, "Bullshit! You tripped and fell over yourself!"

Yvonne did not want to listen to my explanation. She was staring at me darkly. "Men, tie him up!"

The men in black came and pinned me down against the ground, then they tied up my hands. "Yvonne, you scheming bitch! You've been spiking my food to make me sterile?"

That startled her, but she regained her cool cruelty easily. "Yes, and what are you going to do about it? Men like you don't deserve to give me a baby."

She took a whip from the wall. "I'll make you pay for hurting Shawn." Sneering, she swung that whip down on my back.

The pain made me shout. A bloody wound cracked open on my back.

"This is for Shawn!" And the second whip came.

They fell on me like boulders crashing through the sky. The pain knocked me out eventually, but she splashed ice-cold water on my face to make me wake up.

The flogging did not stop until she'd lashed me ninety-nine times. By then, I was covered in a thick crimson blanket. I crumpled to the ground, barely hanging on to life.

Yvonne tossed her bloodstained whip away. "Take him to the courthouse. Drag him all the way there if you must. He will confess to his crimes today."

As she ordered, I was dragged through the ground like some sort of sack, and they stuffed me into the car.

The seat was not comfortable at all. It was rough, harsh, and rubbed against my wounds. I nearly fainted again.

…

Morning had arrived by the time we got to the courthouse.

Yvonne used her money to have the trial started sooner than scheduled. The moment I was taken into the room, Yvonne's lawyer stood up immediately like they'd been waiting for this.

"Your Honor, my client confesses to his crimes. Please announce your verdict as soon as possible."

The judge was going to make the announcement, but then the room's doors flung open.

Everyone turned around. Rachel came in with her lawyers and medical staff. She was dressed in custom-made clothes and radiated the air of a ruler, but when she looked at me, she was heartbroken.

"As the plaintiff, I now announce that all charges are dropped. Also, I request medical aid on behalf of my fiance, Shawn Pearson."