After Ruining My Wife's First Love Anniversary

On the way back, I found out that Sophia suddenly asked me to go home not because she finally remembered her husband, who had suffered a lot outside.

Instead, it was because her grandpa, David was coming from the old house to celebrate his 80th birthday.

It was all thanks to David that I was able to marry a beautiful rich woman as a poor boy.

David went through thick and thin with my deceased grandfather. My grandfather even saved him with his own life.

David later found me and made me Sophia's wife to repay the kindness.

He was kind.

But he didn't know that he had pushed me into a fire pit.

Sophia was strong and decisive.

She was known for her ruthlessness in the business world.

Of course, she didn't love me. She was not satisfied with this marriage.

She still had an unforgettable childhood sweetheart, Lincoln.

She spent her first night with him.

But she couldn't refuse the marriage.

If she refused, David would not let her inherit the family business.

Instead, he would choose Sophia's elder brother.

She had endured the humiliation and anger of marrying me.

She hated me and firmly believed that I was a villain who took advantage of the situation, a toad coveting a swan, a treacherous guy and the executioner who ruined her love.

That was why he had always been cold to me after marriage. She had always been wrapped in a fresh film when we had sex.

She always had a condescending posture.

I was not allowed to kiss her, let alone look into her eyes and admire her expression when we had sex.

Yes, although Sophia hated me very much, she had sex with me once a month.

It was not because she felt it was a duty to be a wife, but because she knew how to maintain her health and beauty.

She knew that mature women needed sex to remain young.

Otherwise, not only would she age early, but she might also suffer from gynecology.

Providing male hormones once a month was the only value of me as her husband.

I'm a human-shaped healthcare product.

After I was used, I was thrown up like a sanitary pad.

It didn't affect her from hating me.

Of course, Lincoln hated me for stealing his love.

He was unwilling to lose Sophia, so he did not give up pursuing her even after she got married.

He wanted to maintain the improper connection between body and soul.

Unfortunately, as the president of a listed company, Sophia didn't dare to let the news affect the stock price, so she refused to give Lincoln another chance to have sex with her.

She had an affair mentally, but not physically.

Although it was not for me.

Living in such a marriage was a tragedy.

What was even more tragic was that I had overestimated myself and fallen in love with Sophia.

I was a poor boy from a small place and had no experience in love. I couldn't resist the temptation of such a beautiful wife.

I was infatuated with her beauty, her pride, her coldness, and the way she smiled at Lincoln.

Even if that smile wasn't directed at me, I was still completely infatuated.

Not to mention that I had a chance to have her every month.

Although it was just a routine for her, it was a wonderful experience for me.

I was poisoned.

I foolishly thought that as long as I treated her well, she would be moved.

And she would love me one day.

Then we could sleep together everyday.

I didn't want her to keep biting her lips.

I hope to hear her moan.

I hoped that she would call me hubby when she was happy.

So I tried my best to please her.

I dismissed the servants and took charge of all the housework.

I would also be jealous of Lincoln's approach and reveal a look of anger and jealousy.

But I swear that I didn't wash the sheets on purpose.

She didn't know that this seemingly old bed sheet with bloodstains on it came from Sophia's college dormitory.

On her third year's Valentine's Eve, Lincoln sneaked into the girls' dormitory and dirtied the bedsheets.

Sophia had changed from an inexperienced girl to a mature woman.

After that, she had carefully kept this sheet for seven years.

Until I accidentally threw it into the washing machine.

She was furious.

I thought that I had destroyed the bedsheet out of jealousy.

It said that it carried the love and sadness of her youth, and was an irreversible and precious cultural relic.

She called me a dirty and despicable villain.

So she handed me over to Lincoln and asked him to teach me how to behave.

Lincoln's family had a lot of mines.

Sophia's original intention was for Lincoln to throw me into a regular mine factory to undergo labor modification.

But she didn't expect that Lincoln hated her so much.

How could he be willing to just let me suffer physical pain?

In addition to the formal and legal ones, Lincoln had many illegal coal kilns.

It became the best place to torture me.

On the first day I was thrown into the black charcoal workshop, Lincoln ordered the supervisor and the cook with a noble expression.

"Whoever treats Randall as a human being will be treated as a ghost!"