After My Marriage, My Mother Goes Wild

My sudden act of bowing and begging left my mother and all the relatives staring in shock.

"Mia..."

My mother frowned slightly, unable to believe her eyes, and helped me up.

"Mia, it's good to be considerate, but this is a bit too much. It's just a broken cup. No one is going to blame you. Why did you have to bow?"

With my head lowered, I shakily got up, unable to speak for a long time.

Because when I was at home with Danis, whether it was washing dishes or cleaning, if I made even the slightest noise, he would beat me mercilessly.

Once, while he was asleep, I merely turned over in bed, and he complained that I had disturbed him.

Without a word, he dragged me out of bed and beat me until my nasal bone was fractured and blood covered the floor.

So later, even a slightly louder sound would trigger an extreme stress response in me, leaving me terrified.

Realizing I had just lost control, I felt even more scared and couldn't help but glance nervously at Danis beside me.

His expression was noticeably darker, but with so many people around, he could only force a calm demeanor. "Mia has just been away for too long, so she's a bit shy."

Hearing this, my uncle laughed and said, "That's because you spoiled Mia so much she doesn't even want to go home."

Everyone started teasing us again, and the atmosphere became lively once more.

Everyone moved past the earlier incident and began celebrating my mother's birthday.

I swallowed the bitterness in my throat and silently went along with the crowd.

After the meal and drinks, my mother took me aside with a mysterious smile and said, "Mia, come to my room. I have something for you."

I nodded and woodenly got up.

Meanwhile, Danis cast a threatening glance at me when no one was paying attention.

I knew he was warning me.

Trembling with fear, I lowered my head and followed my mother into the room.

Once inside, my mother closed the door and curiously asked, "So, how is married life treating you?"

I stared blankly, nodding obediently without saying a word.

My mother smiled with satisfaction and pulled out a beautifully wrapped dress from her wardrobe.

"This is a dress I specially bought for you. Try it on and see if it fits."

"Take off...take off my clothes?"

I looked troubled and stammered.

My mother glanced at me and said, "What's wrong? Are you embarrassed with your own mother? Why are you so resistant?"

Saying this, my mother naturally reached out to help me undress.

At the moment her hands grabbed my clothes,

countless nauseating images flashed uncontrollably through my mind.

I immediately resisted, crying out. "No, no!"

During the two years I was married to Danis, I not only endured domestic violence but also the torment of various unfamiliar men.

Danis developed a gambling addiction.

His gambling grew more severe, and he soon fell into heavy debt.

When a group of menacing debt collectors came to our door, Danis turned his gaze towards me.

Pointing at me as if he had found a lifeline, Danis said to the leader of the debt collectors, "I have no money. Do whatever you want with her; consider it payment for the debt!"

Seeing the greedy look in the man's eyes, I felt like I had fallen into an icy abyss.

I wanted to escape, but Danis slapped me down and locked me and the man in the room.

That day, I was tortured from morning till midnight.

My throat became hoarse, my face swollen from the beatings, and my body covered in bite marks and bruises.

I was just lying on the bed, all beaten up and bruised, and staring up at the ceiling with no tears left to cry.

At that moment, I felt like a filthy rag thrown into a sewer.

It was foul and disgusting.

Since then, Danis seemed to have found a way to make money, bringing home strange men every day.

I was repeatedly violated, and both my body and mind became extremely sensitive, especially to being touched or having my clothes removed.

Facing my mother's actions, I instinctively felt fear and cried out.

My mother didn't notice anything wrong and instead said with some annoyance, "You're my daughter. What's there to be shy about? Why are you so resistant?"

Saying this, she reached out towards me again.

But the more she did this, the more terrified I became, and I struggled violently, shouting, "No, no, don't touch me..."

Just a moment ago, I was calm and composed, but now I felt like I had lost my sanity, my hands flailing wildly in a struggle.

Thud!

Amid my violent struggle, the urine bag hanging from me suddenly fell to the ground.

My mother stared at the floor in shock, her eyes wide with disbelief. "W-what is this? How could you have this thing hanging from you?"

I looked down at the urine bag that had fallen in front of me.

It lay quietly on the floor, but it shattered all my dignity into pieces.

The most unspeakable humiliation was laid bare in front of my mother.

A tremendous shockwave surged through my heart.

I couldn't accept it.

I couldn't accept such an ugly and dirty version of myself being shown to my mother.

A deep-rooted sense of shame overwhelmed me, leaving me on the brink of collapse.

The next moment, everything went black.

"Mia!"

Before I fainted, I heard my mother's worried cry.

My mother's breath was rapid, showing her deep concern.

"Mia, don't be afraid. I'm taking you to the hospital right away..."

Then came a flurry of rustling noises.

I felt disoriented, as if I had been asleep for a long time.

When I groggily opened my eyes, I found myself surrounded by many people.

My mother, my uncle, and all the relatives who had gathered to celebrate my mother's birthday were there.

My mother was asking the doctor, "Doctor, what exactly is wrong with my daughter?"

The doctor in the ward replied with a stern face and serious demeanor, "After a thorough examination, we found that the patient has up to 380 wounds on her body, numerous fractures that have healed, and severe damage to her internal organs. Both her kidneys and liver are damaged, and she has severe urinary incontinence. These are the results of prolonged and inhumane torture."

At this point, the doctor's emotions were stirred up. "Who could have tortured her so mercilessly?"