After we got married, initially, we interacted like any normal married couple. That was until I caught him cheating with Emma White. I made a scene demanding a divorce, but before I could even leave, he dragged me back by my hair. He grabbed a nearby whip and beat me with it. Then, not satisfied, he pulled me up and slammed my head in the refrigerator door. Pampered all my life, I couldn't endure this. I begged him for mercy. He forced me to kneel, threatening to kill me if I moved.
I knelt all night, and the next morning, he and Emma brazenly entered our home. What I once thought was a warm place now felt like hell. I listened to their amorous sounds in the bedroom, my body trembling uncontrollably.
On New Year's Eve, I couldn't go home, and my mother couldn't reach my phone. She took a taxi to our house, but no matter how much she rang the doorbell, no one opened. She went back home and called Alan, who told her I had caught an infectious disease and didn't want to infect them. Until the Lantern Festival, there was no news from me. She went to our house again, just in time to see a drunk Alan punching me in the face.