My Wife's Face Is Inked on His Butt

A sharp pain twisted through my chest without warning. Before I could even process it, the door to the procedure room was slammed open with a loud bang.My wife, Annie Sylvester, rushed in, bringing a cold chill with her. "I won't let you do it, Hudson!"When she saw me, she stiffened for a split second. Panic crossed her eyes, but it vanished just as quickly as it had appeared. She composed herself, her gaze sliding past me as if I weren't even there, and hurried straight to Hudson Brown—my client.She wrapped her arms around him, her voice softer than I had ever heard it. "Hey, why did you come here? Don't do this. It'll hurt if you go through with it. I can't bear to see you suffer."Hudson's body went rigid. He pushed Annie away, tears falling as his voice broke. "You lied to me! You're a married woman, and I don't want to be a homewrecker!""I didn't lie to you!" she shot back, grabbing his hand with a pleading desperation that felt completely foreign to me. "There's nothing

Before I could even process Annie's words, two bodyguards burst in, yanked the covers off me, and hauled me upright."Let go of me!" I shouted, struggling with everything I had. "What the hell are you doing, Annie?"Annie simply cast a cold, piercing look at me and ordered, "Take him away."In the dead of winter, nearly bare-chested, I was dragged out of the villa like a discarded carpet and shoved into a car. The vehicle sped through the night until it pulled up at the city's most expensive private hospital.Inside a VIP suite, Hudson lay weakly on the bed, hooked up to an IV. The moment he saw me, his eyes grew red and teary. "Annie, he did this on purpose! He's jealous of me! The laser settings were too high! He burned my skin!"He sobbed. "Now, the doctor says my wound is seriously infected… Will I be scarred forever?"Annie held him close, her eyes cutting into me as if I were a monster. "You've gone too far, Luther!"I suppressed the rising nausea in my chest and bit back

My soul hovered in mid-air, staring blankly at the chaos unfolding on the stage.The live stream was cut off abruptly. Medics rushed up, frantically shocking my body and performing CPR.In the audience, Annie's smile froze. Her eyes were fixed on the flat line on the monitor. A sudden, inexplicable panic gripped her, and she instinctively took a step forward to see for herself.Hudson caught her just in time. He feigned calmness, teasing her gently. "Don't go over there, Annie. It's too bloody; it's only upset you. Besides, he's just a model. The doctors know what they're doing."He leaned close, his warm breath brushing her ear. "I'm hungry. How about we go to your favorite love hotel? I've booked us a room."Annie's steps faltered. She glanced at the medics hustling on stage, then back at Hudson's irresistible face.Right. It was just a model she didn't know. Even if he died, it was a death with meaning—a sacrifice for the sake of art.The unease inside her faded, smothered by

Annie took a step back and commanded the bodyguards behind her, "Do it."Two new bodyguards stepped forward, each grabbing one of Hudson's arms and twisting with all their strength. A sickening crack echoed through the basement as he screamed.But this was only the beginning."Now, his legs," Annie added coldly. "Break them, too."The basement was filled with Hudson's agonized cries as the guards carried out her orders, but she remained unsatisfied. Later, she hired a private doctor at great expense, giving him only one task—ensure Hudson stayed alive to feel it all. Each time Hudson's injuries began to heal, the bodyguards would twist them again. Then, the doctor would mend them, only for the cycle to restart.The torment of seeing a glimmer of hope only to have it crushed back into despair was far worse than a quick death. The stun baton that had once been used on me was also brought out. Annie held it and approached him.The once-attractive man now cowered in the corner, b

Just like that, two months passed.One day, a heavily scarred Hudson stormed into the rehabilitation center, holding a bottle of liquid. The moment his eyes landed on me, they burned with insane hatred."You…" he seethed. "This is all your fault! You made me the way I am today! Go to hell!"He twisted the cap off the bottle and hurled the corrosive liquid toward my face. It happened so fast I didn't even have time to flinch, let alone dodge. At the last possible second, a figure lunged in front of me, shielding me like a mother bear. The sound of acid hitting flesh sent a chill up my spine.The entire contents of the bottle splashed over Annie's head. She let out a blood-curdling scream, then collapsed.No sooner had she fallen than Hudson was restrained by the arriving security guards. He looked at her, melting and screaming, then glanced at me—untouched—and laughed berserkly."You fucking deserve this, Annie, you bitch! Justice is finally served!"I stood where I was, watch