Chapter 1

I married the man who had assaulted me three years ago. He looked impeccable in his suit, with piercing eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses.

Now, he lay behind me, his strong arms wrapped around my waist, trapping me in his embrace.

He leaned close to my neck, his low, husky voice whispering in my ear, "Winter, you'll always be mine."

In the darkness, the other side of the bed suddenly dipped. An icy chill crept up my back. I instantly snapped awake.

A man's hand slid under my nightgown, moving up from my stomach. His hand was dry and cold, and my body immediately tensed up, fear gripping my heart.

It was that psychopath, Jasper Gray. After running for so long, he had finally found me.

Despair washed over me. I sighed, "So you found me after all."

Jasper hugged me from behind and chuckled, "Winter, I told you, you're mine. You'll never escape me."

He propped himself up on one elbow and used his other hand to turn me over to face him.

"Winter, it's been three years. I've missed you."

Missed me? I couldn't help but sneer. What did he miss? My body, or the chance to kill me?

Forced to face Jasper, I saw him clearly for the first time in three years. He hadn't changed much. His face was still handsome, looking every bit the gentleman, but his eyes were filled with the same evil as before.

I studied him carefully, my gaze moving from top to bottom. He was shirtless, and there was a long scar over his heart.

The scar was long and ugly, clearly from a knife.

I placed my hand on the scar and laughed coldly, "What a pity I couldn't stab you to death back then."

It was my fault. I had the chance right in front of me, but I couldn't seize it.

Jasper stared at me and smiled, "Winter, you really have a cruel heart."

Cruel? For a murderer and rapist like him, I wished I could cut him into a thousand pieces. This was just the first cut.

Even after all these years, I could still vividly recall the scene of charging at him with a knife.

I plunged the knife into his body, and the gushing blood stained my cheeks. At that moment, I was excited, elated.

What a pity. Just a little more, just a little more, and I could have been rid of him for good.

"Winter, I gave you a chance."

Jasper grabbed my chin, forcing me to look at him. Then, with a cruel smile, his lips fell on my hair, my face, my neck, and finally spread to various parts of my body.

"Winter, be a good girl. If you behave, I might let you go."

Three years ago, he had let me have a chance to escape, playing with me like a cat with a mouse. Now, I knew he would never make such a mistake again.