On every wedding anniversary, my husband, Christopher Kane, brings home a woman he picked up from the streets, claiming it's for me to "train." On our tenth anniversary, Christopher brought home a cocktail waitress from a cheap club, dressed in a skimpy bunny suit. "She doesn't have a gown. Give her your wedding dress. And that set of jewelry I gave you last time, give her that too. As for shoes... the ones on your feet look fine." "Oh, right. She's young and inexperienced. Teach her well, especially about... bedroom matters." Everyone waited for me to become a joke again. Instead, I fulfilled their expectations by saying I wanted a divorce. Christopher snorted, looking at me with contempt and mockery. "Sarah, how many times have you said you want a divorce? I'm sick of hearing it. It's even more annoying than your moans in bed!" "If you really divorce me, I'll give you a hundred million dollars!" The crowd roared with laughter again, whispering that I was just playing hard to get, that I didn't know my place. What they didn't know was that this was the 100th time I said I wanted a divorce. And it was the only time I truly meant it. Chapter 1 All eyes were on me. Even the cocktail waitress covered her mouth, giggling along. "Come on, place your bets! I bet a million she regrets it before she even walks out that door." "I'm in for three hundred thousand!" Betting on whether I would divorce Christopher had become a stale tradition at every anniversary party. Many people hated me for losing money on me, and those who won didn't necessarily like me either. I shook my head with a light laugh, scolding myself internally for being so spineless. It took ten years to finally decide to leave Christopher. "I bet she leaves!" A deep voice came from the crowd. Others tried to dissuade him from throwing his money away. I looked toward the sound but couldn't see who it was. "Christopher, I'll send the divorce papers to your office. Remember to sign them." I had threatened divorce hundreds of times, but this was the first time I mentioned papers. Christopher straightened up, ash falling from the cigarette in his hand. I ignored him, squatted down, unbuckled my high heels, and placed them at the girl's feet. Her name was Lily. She was in her early twenties, very pretty. "These shoes pinch a bit. You'll get used to them after a while." "As for the dress and jewelry Christopher mentioned, I'll have the housekeeper bring them to you." "Before you, Christopher brought back nine other girls. If you have any questions, ask them. They live on the third floor. Your room is the last one on the right." In ten years of marriage, the women Christopher brought home could fill a harem. Tall, short, curvy, thin, innocent, glamorous, aloof, lively—he had them all. Rumor had it he wanted to collect a full set of "Twelve Beauties." But I wasn't blessed enough to be one of them. I brushed invisible dust off my bare feet, stood up, and walked toward the main door. Before I could step out, a strong force yanked me back. "Sarah Vance, if you want to leave, leave clean. Is there a single thing on your body that wasn't bought with my money?" My bare feet felt like they were stepping on blades of ice. Even my breath trembled. "You want me to strip?" Christopher raised an eyebrow, his gaze light as if seeing right through me. "When your family went bankrupt, didn't your mother strip you naked and shove you into my bed? Leave the same way you came!" "Or do you regret it? That's fine. Kneel down and put the shoes on for her, and I'll forgive you." The crowd behind Christopher laughed so hard they doubled over. Years ago, shortly after Christopher and I started dating, the Vance family went bankrupt. My father jumped off a building and ended up in a vegetative state. Afraid the Kane family wouldn't help, my mother drugged both Christopher and me. Afterward, she did everything she could to blow the incident up, forcing the Kane family to take responsibility. That night was the beginning of all my humiliation. It also completely destroyed the love Christopher and I had shared since we were teenagers. Christopher was forced to marry me. On our wedding night, he brought a woman home to humiliate me. He did everything in front of me. I even had to open the condom wrapper and hand it to him. I spent the next day on my hands and knees, cleaning up the mess. I lived this servile life for ten years. Now, I couldn't do it anymore. "I'll strip." Before anyone could react, I undid the clasp of my shawl. It was deep winter. The heating inside was strong, but I was standing by the door. Cold wind poured up my skirt, raising goosebumps on my exposed arms and shoulders. I reached back and unzipped the dress. The thin fabric slid down. Shoulders and skin were exposed to the air. "Oh my god!" Some timid people covered their eyes. The men watched with keen interest. Only Christopher's eyes were dark as ink, his thin lips pressed tight. The only sign of his agitation was the slight tremor in the fingers holding his cigarette. As the dress fell, I stood almost naked before the crowd. The cigarette burned Christopher's fingers. He threw it down, ripped off his jacket, and covered me with it. "Sarah, you must have a death wish!" "Everyone close your damn eyes! If anyone says a word about what happened today, you won't see the sun tomorrow!" "Get out! All of you!" Christopher rarely lost his temper, especially in public. Those present were old acquaintances who knew when to leave. The nine other girls Christopher had brought home scurried upstairs. Only Lily remained standing there. "Christopher, are you satisfied? Can you let me go now?" I looked up at him stubbornly. Tears swirled in my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. I had cried for Christopher too many times. I didn't want to cry for him anymore. "Sarah, quit these hard-to-get games. It disgusts me." Christopher still didn't believe me, warning me not to embarrass the Kane family. I took a deep breath. "Christopher, I really want a divorce this time." Christopher looked at me like he'd heard the world's biggest joke. He grabbed the back of my neck and forced me to bend over. "Do you dare to divorce me? Can you afford your father's daily hospital bills? Can you pay for your mother's shopping sprees?" "Sarah, your mother would be the first to kneel before me and beg me not to divorce you!" Christopher's loathing for my mother and me had nowhere left to hide. He hated my mother for the drugs, and he hated me for my inaction. "Even if your mother hadn't drugged us, I would have married you. I would have helped you. But you used the methods I despise the most!" "Sarah, you destroyed our feelings with your own hands!" No matter how many times I explained, Christopher would never believe me. Seeing my silence, Christopher frowned deeper. He dragged me over and forced me to kneel in front of Lily, pressing on my neck to make me put shoes on her. "Put them on her. You've done this for ten years. You should be an expert by now!" For ten years, I not only took care of Christopher but also served those nine girls. Things I should do, things I shouldn't, things forced, things voluntary—I did too many things I despised myself for. But now, I just wanted it all to end quickly. So, I obediently put the shoes on the girl again. Perhaps my obedience bored Christopher. He angrily dragged me into his room and stripped Lily in front of me. I had seen this scene many times. Sometimes Christopher even demanded I join in to "teach" them. Like before, I tore open a condom wrapper and handed it over. But this time, Christopher pushed it away. "Not needed this time." My hand trembled as I pulled it back. Christopher didn't stop his movements, but he glanced at me—something he rarely did. I didn't look at him. I couldn't be bothered. Christopher got angry again. He locked me in the bathroom. That night, the snowstorm outside was heavy, and the noise inside was loud. I sat there listening all night. In a daze, I was awakened by an urgent phone ring. "Is this Miss Vance? Your mother was in a car accident. She's in critical condition. Please come to City Memorial Hospital immediately." My heart suspended in mid-air. "Christopher!" I started pounding on the door, trying to interrupt the sounds outside. Christopher opened the door wrapped in a bathrobe, his loose collar revealing hickeys. The woman in his arms clung to him. "What?" "My mom was in a car accident. Can you take me to the hospital? Please?" I knelt and begged him, tears streaming down, terrified he wouldn't take me because he was unhappy. "Sister, do you even draft your lies? It's 3 AM and snowing heavily. Normal people are at home. Did a car crash into your mom's house?" Lily sneered, pointing at the dark, snowy night outside. Christopher laughed along, not even lifting his eyelids. "Sarah, you'd lie about this?" "What? Can't stand the noise anymore?" Christopher locked the door again. The louder I shouted, the louder the noise outside became. Desperate, I picked up a stool and smashed the window, climbing out. Sharp glass sliced my leg, blood flowing instantly. Because it was late and snowing, I couldn't get a cab. I ran forward like a zombie, leaving shocking red trails in the snow. Beep beep. A black Cayenne stopped beside me. "Get in." Inside the dim car, the man in the driver's seat never looked back at me. I kept thanking him, but he didn't say another word. As I got out, I heard him say: "Sarah, you have other choices besides Christopher Kane." "If you figure it out, find me." He handed me a gold-stamped business card. I took it with both hands, thanking him profusely. My mind was entirely on my mother; I put it in my pocket without looking. I stumbled into the ER. Before I could ask, I saw nurses pushing a gurney covered with a white sheet out of the operating room. "Where is the family of Susan Vance?" "The patient is dead, and the daughter still isn't here. Unbelievable." The nurses' whispers pierced my heart effortlessly. I rushed over and lifted the white sheet. The face, usually so exquisitely maintained, was covered in cuts. Her body was broken. Regarding Christopher, I had resented my mother every minute for ten years. I had even viciously wished the whole family would die. But now that she was truly dead in front of me, I only felt heartache. With no family left, there was no funeral to plan. I sat by my father's bedside for a while, talking about Mom, about myself. I spoke intermittently until dawn. Before leaving, I looked at my father, who hadn't moved in ten years, and spoke with a sob: "Dad, I'm tired." My mother was cremated early the next morning. I put her urn in a box and took it home. I also brought home the divorce agreement I had commissioned. Walking in, I bumped into Christopher and his Tenth Beauty chatting and laughing at the dining table. "Sign it." I slammed the divorce papers on the table, my voice cold. "So you snuck out last night just to get these papers?" "Sarah, you really are rebelling!" I hugged the urn tightly, head down. "Christopher, let's let each other go." "I don't love you anymore." In the past, I would argue with Christopher. When tempers flared, we even got physical. I would point at his nose and ask if his declarations of love back then were just a joke. Most of the time, I held onto a sliver of hope, hoping he would forgive me, hoping we could salvage the marriage. So if he liked wild, I learned to please him in bed. If he liked pure, I wore his favorite clothes to make him happy. But as woman after woman moved in, my heart grew silent bit by bit. Those tricks to please him became my shame, and his outlet to humiliate me. "What fell out of your pocket, sister...?" "Adrian Sterling?" Lily picked up the card I dropped and read the name. It was Adrian Sterling. Christopher's lifelong nemesis, the one who had been across the ocean, unseen for years. The next second, a dark-faced Christopher slapped me. "You say you don't love me because you found someone else?!" "Do you know what kind of person Adrian Sterling is?!" My ears rang. I couldn't stand steady. The urn in my hands fell and shattered. Watching the dust fly, I stood there, paralyzed. I instinctively knelt, trying to gather the ashes. But no matter how I scooped, it was useless. Lily poured a glass of milk on the floor. The others followed suit, pouring drinks. The powder turned into a sticky mess. "Ah!" In that moment, something snapped. I grabbed a stool like a madwoman and smashed it at Lily. Christopher couldn't react in time. Lily was on the ground, clutching her head. "Christopher..." "It hurts." Someone called an ambulance. Christopher grabbed my hand, forcing me to watch at the hospital. "If anything happens to her, you're going down with her!" That day, I was forced to give blood to Lily. Again and again, until the doctor refused to take more. Only then did Christopher let me go, saying I deserved it. For those few days, I hid in my father's ward, never leaving. "Sister is hiding here! Thanks to your hit, Christopher treats me so well now." "Is this your dad? Why doesn't he move?" Lily, now favored, walked and talked arrogantly. She flicked my father's oxygen tube, asking curiously what it was. "Don't touch it!" I pushed her away. She stumbled back, clutching her head. The next second, she yanked the tube out, playing with it in her hand, smiling. "Do you think Christopher will blame me for this?" Then Christopher walked in. He froze at the scene, looking back and forth between us. After a long pause, he said: "Lily is young, she doesn't know better. Your dad was hopeless anyway. Ending it early is a mercy." "I'll just send your mom more money in the future." The monitor flatlined. The sound announced my father's death. I stood there, frozen. Beyond sadness, I felt a sense of relief. Christopher didn't care about me anymore. He picked up Lily and left. Collapsed on the floor, I kept apologizing to my dad. But I didn't know who in this world had ever done right by me. I took out the card and dialed the number. "Mr. Sterling, pick me up tonight." Same cremation, one more time. This time, I left my father's ashes in the columbarium at the funeral home. When I returned to the Kane house, Christopher wasn't back yet. The Nine Beauties kept buzzing in my ear that Christopher was angry, that I was finished. I turned a deaf ear. They relentlessly asked if I was really divorcing. I didn't answer. I just opened my bedroom door. "Choose. Everything in here is yours." At my words, they swarmed in, emptying the room instantly. Only a few photos of Christopher and me from our youth lay scattered on the floor, ignored by everyone. I locked myself in the room until nightfall. Christopher sent the housekeeper to check on me. I only asked her to deliver the divorce papers. "Divorce again." "A hundred times. Sarah, aren't you done playing?" Christopher tore the papers to shreds. "Starve her! Bring her food when she stops acting up!" Christopher thought my divorce talk was fake. He thought my saying I didn't love him was fake too. But love really can run out. Ten years. I really couldn't love anymore. Now that I was utterly alone, what couldn't I let go of? That night, I climbed out the window and got into Adrian Sterling's car. Chapter 2 The next day, Christopher woke up and didn't see my busy figure in the kitchen. There were no wontons he loved on the table, no hand-brewed coffee, no ironed and matched clothes on the rack. Christopher rushed upstairs in a panic and opened my door, only to find it empty. He picked up the photos from the floor, flustered. "Martha! Where is Sarah?!" The housekeeper ran over, spatula in hand, looked at the empty room, and shook her head. "I'll call her mother." Martha paused, asking instinctively: "Young Master, didn't Miss Sarah's mother die? She was cremated the next day." Christopher flashed back to me holding the urn that day. His breath hitched. He bent down to pick up the photo, pupils dilating, looking like the life had been sucked out of him. In ten years, he never thought I would actually leave him. The photo in his hand was us in our early twenties, taken on a street in Paris. Back then, just starting out, he didn't even dare put his arm around my shoulder in the photo. But seeing his nervousness, I had leaned my head on his shoulder. Christopher carefully wiped the dust off the photo. He tried hard to smooth the creases, but it was futile. "Martha is making wontons today, we gotta get downstairs fast." "This dress is beautiful. Designer stuff really is different." "This hairpin is nice too." "Do these shoes look good?" Chattering voices came from outside. Christopher frowned and looked out. At a glance, he saw Lily wearing a pink maxi dress. He had bought that dress in Italy for me. It was our one-month anniversary gift. "Stop!" Christopher rushed out, shouting sternly. He saw things he had given me scattered on everyone—scarves, coats, skirts, bags, shoes. One of them was even wearing our wedding ring. "Who told you to wear her clothes! Take them off!" "Who told you to wear that ring!" "Take off everything that doesn't belong to you!" Christopher's gaze lingered briefly on each person, but he couldn't remember their faces. He didn't even remember their names. Normally, to provoke me, he indulged them in everything. This was the first time they saw him so angry. Terrified, they stripped off the items. Lily, inexperienced, muttered a refusal. Red-eyed, Christopher marched up and tore the dress off Lily. "I give you five minutes. Put everything you took from her back where it belongs!" Christopher had Martha watch them while he rushed downstairs to check the surveillance footage. Security showed him the footage from the past few days. Christopher saw me running in the snowy night, the shocking red blood trail behind me. He saw me get into Adrian's car. Twice. Both times Adrian. "Damn it!" "I shouldn't have let that bastard attend!" Christopher cursed and returned to the house. As soon as he entered, he saw the women chatting in the living room. In the past, seeing me surrounded by them, daring to be angry but not speak, he felt a secret pleasure. But now without me, he only found it noisy. "Without Sarah, life feels meaningless." "Usually she'd be washing our socks by now, and making snacks later." "You know, I kinda miss her!" Christopher stood at the door, eyes icy. Even though he had tacitly allowed all of this. Hearing it with his own ears, every word felt like a cut. Telling him that he forced Sarah away. "Martha!" "Tell them to pack their things and get the hell out!" Christopher's sudden roar scared everyone in the living room. They apologized involuntarily, promising not to gossip anymore. But Christopher wouldn't listen. He ordered Martha to supervise their packing. Lily, bold as ever, stood in front of Christopher, blocking him. "I'm pregnant." Lily touched her flat stomach, a smug look on her face. But she was surprised to see the other sisters' faces change. They rushed upstairs, packed in minutes, and fled the Kane house. Lily was confused. Shouldn't pregnancy give her leverage over Christopher? Why were they so panicked? The next second, Christopher grabbed her and threw her into the corner. Pain shot through her back. Christopher stood there, composed and cold. When he spoke, the words were lethal. "Martha, call Dr. Chen to come over for an abortion." A simple sentence proved this wasn't the first time in the Kane household. What Lily didn't know was that I used to handle this for him. Christopher never let any woman bear his child. Including me. In the second month of our marriage, I found out I was pregnant. Afraid Christopher would hurt me and the baby, I tried to run. But no matter how I ran, he caught me. During the struggle, I miscarried. That day, Christopher's red-rimmed eyes were full of hatred for me. He called me cruel, heartless. To this day, I don't understand. He caused the miscarriage, why was I the cruel one? Lily didn't understand either, just like I hadn't. So she knelt and begged: "No, I don't want an abortion." "Mr. Kane, didn't you say you loved me? You said I was your favorite. Why can't I have it?" Christopher looked down, contempt and disdain flashing in his eyes. "Love?" "You think you deserve it?" Lily looked into those deep eyes and trembled with fear. Christopher ordered Martha to clean Lily up, then drove away. He had more important things to do. Martha sighed, coaxing Lily to wait for the doctor.
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