All Chapters of Imprisoned Wife of Mr. Baxter: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Layla White was dead. She was tortured to death, and all the traces and evidence for the crime were burnt in a fire. Someone saw that the murderer was none other than Everly Pettis. … The night sky was dark and starless in the cemetery. A black car stopped as the rain was falling heavily. Everly was dragged all the way to a tombstone. "Young Master Baxter, here she is." A man holding a black umbrella stood in front of the tombstone. He was dressed in a full black suit, and his perfect side profile looked as cold as the night. He turned around and looked down at the woman struggling in the mud on the ground. His eyes were filled with hatred and disgust. "Carson, I didn't do it! She was dead when I got there. I..." Everly crawled towards Carson Baxter, struggling with an explanation. "Not you?" Carson pinched her chin so hard as if he was going to crush her jaw. "Someone took a photo of you two together before the incident. When the fire started burning, you were sitting

A gust of wind blew past.Everly suddenly opened her eyes in the darkness. The image in front of her was blurry. The memories of what happened four years ago were still vivid in her mind.She sat up and panted heavily. Cold sweat mixed with tears dripped on the thin quilt, almost soaking it through.Fragments of memories constantly appeared in front of her eyes, the dim window, the red blood, and the sounds of screams...all of these seemed to have confined her, and she had no way of running away from them.A shrill alarm rang, snapping her back into her senses. She reached out and pressed on the alarm. It was already six o'clock in the evening.She thought of him again.The past seemed to have happened as though it was yesterday in her head. She opened her eyes slightly and looked out of the window.Outside the window was the darkening sky. The slow-moving ventilator cast moving shadows in the room. She touched her clothes that had been soaked in cold sweat and changed into anot

He pinched her chin so hard that she felt her bones were almost crushing under the pressure. She cried, but not from the pain. Tears fell silently from her eyes onto the back of his hand. He was stunned for a moment, but then he came back to his senses, angrier. He slammed her back against a pillar, locked her face with his palm, and forced her to look at him. "How dare you cry!" His cold eyes were full of rage, and anger twisted his handsome features. "Stubborn and unrepentant. Do you live by replying to those men just now? Everly, are you this cheap?" She looked at his angry eyes and smiled. She was cheap, her love was cheap, so she fell in love with him. She had witnessed the women around him come and go, but she still thought she might be different from the rest and that they would be together for the rest of their lives. It was her fault, really. She did not answer Carson. She lowered her eyes, and tears continued to flow from her eyes down her face, seemingly endles

A week later, Carson once again stood in front of the window of the study as the butler walked up to him. "Sir, I've arranged a job for Miss Pettis as you ordered, and she will only be paid one-third of the salary of an ordinary worker. What do you think?" The butler's voice came through, but Carson did not answer. He pressed his lips tightly and looked at the snow outside. "Had she realized her mistake?" He asked again after a long while, "Did she come to you?" "No," the butler answered. After a moment of silence, he opened his mouth again. "What is she doing?" His voice was full of suppressed anger. "Handling and moving the fresh seafood at the docks," the butler answered. He glanced at the butler, who guiltily lowered his head. He then picked up the car key. … The whole city was still sleeping at 4 o'clock in the morning. The lights were on at the docks in Cannesville. "Two more boxes of sea fish are here. Everly, go and deal with them!" The leader shouted. "

The car sank as he slid in to sit beside her. She immediately wiped the blood on the corner of her lip with her hands that were covered in blood that she had coughed up earlier.The door closed with a slam and the car started to move. She was completely unprepared for it and fell onto the car floor. The sky outside the car windows was gradually brightening. The car drove through the early morning mist. She looked up toward Carson, who was staring down at her at that moment. His cold eyes were filled with hatred as though she was maggot writhing on the ground!“Where are you taking me?!” She asked. He did not answer, merely looking at her coldly. His thoughts were unfathomable. The scenery through the car windows behind him shifted unceasingly. His features under the dim yellow glow of the streetlights as the car entered a tunnel made her feel a sense of deja vu.She recalled the first time she had a cry after being bullied, it seemed like he brought her home with the same method.