"Ah!"Max threw me onto the floor and slammed the door shut, causing sharp pains to shoot through my body.With sadistic pleasure in his eyes, Max kicked me and taunted, "You're already in pain and I haven't even started. What will you do next?""How did you escape, Max?" I asked, bewildered. The hospital had police guards and handcuffs to restrain him. How did he manage to leave without anyone noticing?"You're still curious about that?" Max sneered. "Do you really think sending me to jail would make you safe? I'll be your nightmare for life. You can't get rid of me!"Interrupting our conversation, a timid female voice spoke up, "When can we leave, Mr. Jennings?". I looked over to see Mindy, Max's assistant from his startup days.Mindy was a young, outgoing woman who had recently graduated from college. She was always cheerful and respectful, addressing me as "Sister Jen" every time we met. Wendy had warned me that hiring a young girl like her might lead to trouble, but I had tr
Mindy's naivety was so extreme that I felt the urge to shake some sense into her."With Mr. Jennings here, he'll find a way to help us escape," I said, disbelieving the nonsense Max had fed her, which had made her blindly loyal."Mindy trusts me. It's pointless to try and turn her against me," Max said smugly."He's right," Mindy added. "When you were with him, I had no chance. But now that you've left him, he's mine. I'll never leave him."This was absurd. I wanted to shake her and see if there was any sense left in her.The pain in my body lessened slightly, and I pushed myself up, searching for an opportunity to escape. Max shifted his position, and I tensed, fearing he might strike.Max relished my reaction, savoring it like a hunter toying with its prey. I was no match for him in terms of strength, and my anger was futile.Max gestured towards the sofa. There, tied to a black wooden chair, was a person covered in blood. Long hair obscured their face. I hadn't noticed the me
"I was wrong, Max. I was wrong. I shouldn't have spoken to you like that. Please, don't hurt me anymore," Cindy pleaded, her body covered in wounds, wishing she could faint from the pain."Didn't you always want to know who entered Jen's room at the Waldorf Hotel that night? I'll tell you now," Max said, leaning close to Cindy."I... I don't want to know anymore," Cindy whimpered, terrified of Max. As he approached, she tried to move away, despite her injuries, desperate to increase the distance between them.Max ignored her attempts to escape, leaning in close to her ear, his lips curling in a mocking smile."Max, was it you who arranged for that man to be there that night?" I asked, feeling a surge of anger and betrayal. Max had previously denied knowing who the man was, leading me to believe Cindy was behind it."Just assume it was me," Max said, looking down at Cindy. "Did you hear that clearly?""That's not true. You're lying!" Cindy's disbelief turned to resentment.I was
A phone call had just come in moments ago, but now the call had ended and the phone was locked. Max tried several times to unlock it without success. He grabbed my hand and demanded, "Unlock it.""What are you going to do with my phone?" I clenched my hand tightly, refusing to cooperate.Max attempted to unlock the phone using facial recognition, but I quickly shut my eyes. "Jen, I don't have the patience for this," he said, waving the knife in front of me.Realizing that my life was in immediate danger, I reluctantly opened my eyes, and the phone unlocked. Max quickly navigated through the phone. "Looks like the police already noticed I left the hospital. If you had seen the messages or answered the calls earlier, you wouldn't be in this mess. Bad luck for you."I regretted setting my phone to silent to avoid Cindy's calls. Missing those alerts had indeed brought me to this point. I needed to buy time, hoping the police would find us before it was too late.I caught sight of Mind
Last night at ten o'clock, when I was getting ready to go to sleep, I got a call from an unknown number in our city.The voice on the line, clear and pleasant, asked, "Are you Jen Middleton?"I didn't hesitate and said, "Yes, that's me. Who's this?"Instead of answering, the woman laughed and said, "Your husband is so wild in bed"I was completely confused and was about to ask who she was and how she knew anything about my husband, but the call was abruptly cut off, leaving a dial tone.At first, I thought it was just a prank and didn't think much of it.But as soon as I hung up the phone, a troubling thought crossed my mind: if it was just a prank, how did the caller know my name so accurately?Lost in my thoughts, I received a video through text from the same unknown number, followed by a message."Don't believe it? Take a close look at the true colors of your husband, Max Jennings."Even the mention of my husband’s name ‘Max Jennings' was alarmingly accurate.A few seconds
It took every ounce of courage I had to tremulously tap open the second video clip.In the video, Max was shown bathing in a transparent glass shower, and two used condoms were lying on the carpet.The mistress purposefully zoomed in and asked Max in the video, "Max, you're so naughty, lying to your wife about being busy with work out of town.""How else would I find time to be with you?" he replied."Isn't she about to give birth? Shouldn't you be there for her?"Max responded nonchalantly, "What's so special about a woman giving birth? If I were there, would it make her suffer any less?""You bad boy! Is it because your wife is pregnant and it's inconvenient that you can't bear to touch her, and now you're so horny? Tonight, I almost broke under you.""Do you think she tastes as good as you?" Max scoffed dismissively, "Even if she wasn't pregnant, I would be too lazy to touch her.""Liar, if you're too lazy to touch her, how did she get pregnant? Could it be that the child in
Max, who was two years ahead of me in college, caught my eye during freshman orientation and it was love at first sight.Clad in a white shirt and black casual pants, Max stood tall at six feet, boasting a lean and beautiful physique reminiscent of a masterpiece crafted by skilled sculptors. Emerging from beneath the lush camphor trees along the campus path, he waved and smiled, with the bright sunlight casting a dappled glow upon him, his eyes sparkling.It was impossible not to be captivated.Once we began dating, I learned that Max was enrolled in the Business School, while I pursued studies in the School of Foreign Languages. On the day we met, he mistook me for a Business School freshman and kindly carried my luggage all the way to my dorm.It was only upon reaching the entrance to my dorm building that he realized I belonged to a different department. However, driven by his love at first sight, he boldly continued with his mistake.He confessed to me that from the moment he
I sat against the headboard of the bed, tears streaming down my face all through the night.I didn't know how to address this unhappy marriage.A cheating husband is like finding a crumpled bill in a ditch—keeping it is distasteful, but throwing it away feels wasteful.If it weren't for the baby on the way, I would easily choose to divorce Max. I, Jen, am not one to hold onto what isn't worth keeping. If it starts well, it should end well too!But with a little one about to enter the world... what should I do?Perhaps sensing my turmoil, the baby kicked against my belly repeatedly, as if trying to calm my emotions.With each kick, my agitation only grew, tears flowing incessantly like a broken faucet.Divorce, then abortion? That's not an option.I believe any mother, after feeling the baby's movements, couldn't bear the thought of parting with them.So, should I divorce and raise the child alone?In today's world, single mothers are common, and women can raise children on th