Chapter 4

"The system must be glitched!"

"Maybe it's one of those rich old perverts who buy beautiful women to play sick games with. I heard a washed-up celebrity died recently and no one even claimed the body."

"It must be. Who else would be so blind as to buy a frumpy housewife?"

Hayden's previously annoyed expression instantly relaxed.

He even smiled mockingly.

I felt utterly absurd.

"Hayden, you're okay with me being bought by some perverted old man to be his plaything?"

"Don't act all high and mighty when you've lucked out. Be grateful someone wants you."

"Chloe's had her eye on a bag recently. Consider this your apology gift to her as her sister-in-law."

With that, he transferred all the money to Chloe.

Chloe was overjoyed. She hugged Hayden's neck and kissed him hard.

"Thank you, Hayden! You've spent millions on me these past few years. Won't Amelia be angry?"

"Who is she to control my money? You just spend as you like."

Chloe glanced at me triumphantly, like a victorious rooster.

She leaned close to my ear and whispered:

"For the past three years, Hayden has spent six months each year flying abroad to be with me. He bought me a house and said he'd take care of me forever."

"He also said you were just a target he used to anger me and divert his parents' attention. He never loved you."

"See? As soon as I came back, I only needed to use a little trick to draw all his attention."

"Living as a woman like you, you might as well be dead."

My heart turned ice cold, and I couldn't help but smile bitterly.

So all those years when Hayden said he was going on business trips, he was actually accompanying Chloe.

Once, his mother came to our home and nitpicked everything about me. I didn't know I was pregnant at the time and was forced to kneel on the ground as a human footstool for his mother for four straight hours.

Just because his mother said the sofa wasn't real leather and she wasn't used to sitting on it.

That night I was bleeding heavily and crawled to the study door asking Hayden to take me to the hospital.

Hayden said he had to go on a business trip and had no time to take me, telling me to bear with it.

That's how I miscarried.

Later, Hayden even blamed me for not protecting the baby, saying I wasn't fit to be a mother. Every time we had sex, he made me take birth control pills.

As a result, my uterus became inflamed, and I can never have children again.

I looked at Chloe in front of me.

Covered in luxury brands, all the latest season's items.

The diamond ring on her finger was a million-dollar pink diamond from South Africa.

While I was still wearing clothes I bought with my own money four years ago when dating Hayden.

Even my wedding ring was just a blade of grass he casually plucked and twisted.

He said he didn't like materialistic girls, so I never asked him to spend money on me.

I liked his down-to-earth little romantic gestures, which made me feel he was being thoughtful.

Now I know, where the money goes, that's where the love is.

As the drug effects wore off, I struggled to my feet and painfully made my way towards the door.

Someone viciously kicked me, and my head slammed directly into the corner of the coffee table, blood spraying everywhere.

Everyone burst into laughter.

"Don't run away, we're not done playing yet!"

"Is sister-in-law in a hurry to go serve the old man?"

I said nothing, crawling towards the exit with reddened eyes.

Just as my hand was about to reach the doorframe.

A pair of leather shoes stomped hard on the back of my hand.

Hayden looked at me coldly.

"You're so eager to be some old man's plaything, huh?"

"If that's the case, I'll grant your wish."

"Call that old geezer and tell him to come pick up his goods. If I'm in a good mood, I might even throw in the wedding night for free."

"Hayden, you're the man!"

An all-night party centered on abusing me raged on.

I was treated like a plaything without dignity, toyed with at will.

Hayden patted my face.

"Why the long face? Who are you trying to impress?"

"I'm helping you get used to it early. How else will you serve the old man when he comes?"

They roared with laughter, bringing over a bucket of ice and forcing someone to pour it into my body.

I screamed in terror, but to no avail.

Just then, the door of the private room was kicked open violently.

A fruit knife stabbed firmly next to the hand of the man who was about to strip off my clothes.

"Did I say you could touch her?"

Hayden's face darkened.

"Lucas Stone, what are you doing here?"