After the Vows Burned
“Honey, let’s make a baby together so that you won’t leave me.”
I resisted, but my husband ignored it and forced himself onto me.
After that, I did it with him 520 times, each time a nightmare for me.
Even when he was on business trips, he had to monitor my every move via video, terrified that I would run away.
However, one day, I received an invitation to an art exhibition.
The intimate gestures between my husband and me had been turned into works of art, filling the entire gallery.
My husband held a young female intern by the waist, his gaze sweeping over me with indifference.
“Two years ago, you insisted on going against Tiara over an art collectible and suppressed her during the auction, spending lavishly just to humiliate her.”
“Now there are 520 art pieces here, an exhibition showcasing your disgrace. If you don’t want them falling into someone else’s hands, you’ll need to bid on them one by one.”