Chapter 4

He even sent him to jail for harassment.

I bit my lip, laughing bitterly.

“Yes, just like you think. I’ve slept with every man in the studio. Are you going to send them all to jail?”

Noah narrowed his eyes, his voice husky. “Is that so?”

Suddenly, he picked me up and carried me to the bathroom.

He actually suspected me.

“Since you’re dirty, let’s clean you up.”

He threw me into the bathtub, the shower head aimed at my face.

Cold water pouring down. My skin prickled. I struggled, but I couldn’t push him away.

Stimulated by the cold water, my PTSD flared up.

My mind flashed back to the plane crash that killed my parents when I was 13.

I trembled, curled up in the corner.

Noah thought I was faking again.

“Sarah, don’t forget why you married me. You’re not here to enjoy life. You’re here to atone.”

That sentence again, repeated countless times.

That was his usual mode of interaction with me.

Nine out of 10 sentences were malicious.

Seeing my state, Noah panicked and carried me to bed.

“What’s wrong with you? Are you sick, Noah? You’ve tormented me enough. Let’s let each other go.”

Rage overwhelmed me.

I threw the divorce agreement in his face.

Looking at the signature line, he sneered. “You’re so eager to divorce me. Do you have another man?”

I remained silent.

He slammed the door and left.

Tears streamed down my face.

Thank goodness I’ll be leaving tomorrow.

The next day, Noah texted me.

“If you want me to sign, come to the Hilton Hotel, room 708. I’ve had the maids prepare an outfit for you.”

It was a Chong Sam, making me look slim and elegant.

Pushing open the door, a group of people stared at me.

Vivian smile was particularly dazzling.

“Sarah, Mr. Zhao wants someone to dance. I twisted my ankle, so I’ll have to trouble you.”

The men’s eyes fell on me as if they wanted to devour me.

This was Noah’s intention in bringing me here to dance for Vivien.

“Sarah, you want a divorce, right? I’ll grant you that as long as you dance until he’s satisfied. I’ll sign.”