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Chapter 12 

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I leaned against the window, watching the scenery fly past. 

Suddenly, two stumbling, chasing figures appeared in the rearview mirror, their hoarse cries piercing through the glass. 

“Eleanor! Mom and Dad know we were wrong!” 

“Sweetheart, come back… We were truly wrong!” 

The hand resting on my knee trembled slightly, my fingers unconsciously clenching. 

Through the tinted window, I saw my parents’ figures, looking especially haggard in the wind, more white 

streaking their temples. 

All those overlooked days and nights, all the swallowed grievances, surged up like a tide. Yet, I was surprised to find my heart was no longer troubled, leaving only a sense of relieved calm. 

In the end, I withdrew my gaze, raised the window, shutting out the wailing wind and the past along with it. 

Julian gently took my hand, warmth spreading from his palm. 

“It’s over.” 

“Yes,” I said, looking out the window at the boundless sea of clouds, a faint but genuine curve touching my lips. “It’s time to look forward.” 

Some cracks can never be fully mended. 

And true farewells often begin only after the heart has died. 

This time, I would not look back. 

Chapter 1 

All because I refused to let my husband Ryan Mitchell’s first love, Jessica Brooks, be my maid of honor, I was 

drugged and left half-naked on a pool table that same night. 

Men laughed as they used pool cues to measure my legs, pouring ice-cold beer over my body. 

“Hole in one!” someone whistled. “With a beauty like this, my game’s definitely improving!” 

Jessica held up her phone, filming while whispering maliciously in my ear. “A substitute will always be a 

substitute. Just like now, lying here helpless-this is your true calling!” 

Ryan thought that under the sedative’s influence, I wouldn’t remember anything. 

He spent the entire night humiliating me, all to please his first love. 

Little did he know, I have a natural resistance to ether-based drugs. 

After regaining consciousness, I wiped away my tears and scheduled an abortion procedure. 

On the table, I groaned in pain. 

Jessica pouted coquettishly. “I just wanted to fulfill my dream of walking down the aisle with Ryan. How dare 

a substitute bride like her refuse!” 

Ryan pulled her close, blowing a smoke ring, and said casually, “She made Jessica unhappy, so naturally I 

had to punish her.” 

The guys burst into laughter. 

“Don’t be upset, we’ll make your wife cry and beg for mercy! We’re curious, Ryan-how do you usually train 

your wife to be so obedient?” 

Ryan drawled lazily. “I buy her some exciting little toys. The silly woman thinks I care about her and happily 

accepts them.” 

One of his friends Alex laughed. “That’s our Ryan! Devoted only to Jessica! But… aren’t you afraid your wife will find out and divorce you?” 

Ryan smirked and smoothly cleared the last eight ball with one shot. “Would she dare? She’s just an orphan. She got a marriage license with me and got pregnant. Now that she’s been played with like this, who else 

would want her? Honestly, pregnant women have this smell about them. Every night I almost throw up. 

Punishing her is to make it clear that even though she married me, she can never lord it over Jessica!” 

Another friend Steve chimed in, “Ryan, those packages you ordered for your wife-you specifically told the 

stores not to ship anonymously, which cost her the Teacher Excellence Award. That was for Jessica too, 

right?”