LOGINOn the tenth day of my postpartum recovery, my husband, Deputy Commander Harvey Wyatt, uploads a photo of me breastfeeding my newborn in a disheveled state to the department's group chat. Obviously, that photo was taken without my knowledge. "See? After having a kid, she's as loose as a sack. It makes me sick just looking at her. I much prefer my side piece, who's nice and tight." A few female colleagues send sweating emojis to the group. The majority of the chat, however, consists of the male colleagues' perverse silence. While I continue to burp my baby with one hand, my tears land on the screen. In order to give birth to this baby, my pelvic bone was sawn in half, which causes me so much pain that I can't even walk properly. But all I get in return is my own husband body-shaming me in front of hundreds of people. I don't bother arguing with Harvey at all. Half an hour later, I drag my broken body all the way to the commander's office with a divorce agreement as well as the chat history over the past ten days, which has been printed out, in my hands.
View MoreThe next morning, I was woken by the noise downstairs.Spencer wasn't in the room.My chest tightened. Fearing the Wyatt family had come looking for trouble, I quickly threw on some clothes and went downstairs.When I reached the stairwell, I saw a scene I'd never forget for the rest of my life.Mrs. Maynard, who had called me and Munchkin "trash" and "bastard" respectively just yesterday, was now standing awkwardly by the crib with a solid gold heirloom bracelet in her hand.Spencer sat on the couch nearby, peeling an apple, a faint smile playing on the corners of his mouth."Oh my, would you look at that sweet face. She's got the family charm for sure," Mrs. Maynard muttered disdainfully while carefully tucking the heavy gold bracelet into Munchkin's swaddling clothes."But her eyes do look a bit dull. They're not as sharp as Spencer's were at that age.""She just hasn't grown up enough yet," Spencer replied without looking up."Oh, hush, what do you know?" Mrs. Maynard shot
The road back to the Maynard estate wasn't an easy one. It wasn't because of the road conditions, but because of how nervous I was.As the car pulled up to the gates of the old Maynard family estate, I actually felt an urge to flee.Six years ago, Spencer's mother, Claudia Goldberg, had sat right here, looking at me as if I were trash. She'd said I was after their money and that a woman from a humble background like mine was only fit to be Spencer's plaything.Sensing how tense I was, Spencer took my hand. "Don't be afraid. I told you that no matter what happens, I've got your back."The vermillion gate slowly opened.Mrs. Maynard, dressed in an embroidered silk jacket, sat upright in the rosewood armchair in the main hall, a string of rosary clicking between her fingers.Several relatives stood nearby, clearly eager for a show.When Mrs. Maynard saw Spencer walk in carrying a swaddled infant and leading me, exhausted and worn, by the hand, her expression darkened."So that's w
"Put these three people's faces up on the screen," Spencer ordered.The camera focused on Harvey and Leigh, who were both kneeling on the ground, and also on Chief Heath.Harvey, with his broken wrist, was covered in tears and snot. Leigh's makeup was completely ruined, making her look ghastly. Chief Heath, meanwhile, was slumped in his chair, trembling all over like a leaf.At the same time, participants from various branches across the city were stunned.Why had these three suddenly appeared on the big screen, which was supposed to be playing the "Annual Advanced Commendation"?The background audio switched to Harvey's voice from that 300-person group chat."See? After having a kid, she's as loose as a sack. It makes me sick just looking at her. I much prefer my side piece, who's nice and tight. Also, look at all those stretch marks on my wife's belly. Who'd want to touch that?"Each word echoed through hundreds of speakers, accompanied by Harvey's disgusting, mocking laughter
The bodyguards in black suits immediately stepped forward and effortlessly hauled Harvey and Leigh up."No! I'm not going! Chief Heath will protect me! This is illegal imprisonment!"Harvey struggled wildly. But in the face of absolute strength, his struggle seemed utterly ridiculous.The motorcade restarted.I leaned back against the soft pillow and fed Munchkin some warm milk Spencer had prepared.I watched the streets blur past the window as the family compound, the place that once felt so suffocating, faded further and further into the distance.I wanted to cry. But at the same time, I could feel the weight on my chest begin to lift.Six years ago, I chose the safe and steady Harvey in order to escape the suffocating control and prejudice of the Goldberg family.I thought peace meant happiness and that marrying my own kind meant security.But I forgot that not all average Joes were decent. After all, evil was never confined to any social class.Ten minutes later, the moto


















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