He Forced Me to Sign the Divorce Agreement 99 Times

: Shattered Shackles

I was penniless. I had to walk barefoot from the Rhodes Family's villa in Crestview all the way down to the city.

By the time I reached the park, my feet were raw and bleeding profusely.

Fortunately, I still had the pen I'd used for signing when I left. I asked someone for a few sheets of blank paper, sat on the park steps, and quietly sketched the scenery before me.

The tranquility of the moment seemed to transport me back to the time before I married Julian Rhodes.

I laid the finished drawings on the ground, one by one. Each piece was small and exquisitely detailed.

Until a little girl crouched down in front of me.

"Miss, your feet are bleeding. Doesn't it hurt?"

I looked down, my gaze fixed on my feet.

After such a long walk down the mountain, the soles of my feet were a raw, bloody mess.

But I felt nothing at all.

'So it's true. The pain in your heart can really overshadow the pain in your body.'

Not wanting to scare the little girl, I tucked my feet away and said with a smile, "It doesn't hurt."

The little girl looked at me, her head tilted, and pulled a crumpled ten-dollar bill from her pocket.

"Miss, this is all I have. Can I buy a drawing from you? You draw so beautifully, just like an old friend of mine."

I couldn't help but laugh at her precocious, grown-up tone.

'How old could she be? And she already has an "old friend"?'

"It's wonderful that you like them. Just take them all. And thank you for the ten dollars."

I never would have thought.

That one day, the only ten dollars I possessed would be given to me by a child.

But I truly needed that money.

With the money in hand, I went into a small internet cafe and exchanged the ten dollars for an hour of computer time.

I turned on the computer and logged into the social media account that had been my torment for three years.

"As a woman, one must follow The Three Obediences and Four Virtues and regard her husband as her sky."

"A wife must be gentle and virtuous, accepting all hardships without the slightest complaint."

"Chastity is the foundation of a woman's character. She must guard her purity like jade, never allowing it to be sullied in the slightest."

These nauseating pinned posts were all things Julian Rhodes had forced me to write.

When we were first married, I still had hope for him.

Every time he brought another woman home, I would argue with him.

Later, the first time he punished me, he made me kneel in the garden. He had his mistress watch as he lectured me from a copy of the *Codex of Feminine Virtue* he'd bought somewhere. I resisted frantically.

The consequence was that he forced me to post those words online.

He said I was merchandise he'd paid for, and I should act like it.

He said he wanted everyone to see what a wonderfully "virtuous" wife Moira Shaw was.

After that, whenever I angered him, he would force me to post those statements online. It became our twisted routine.

And my account became a battlefield, a target for the condemnations of countless netizens.

They called me a brainwashed relic, a feudal throwback, a disgrace to modern women.

I couldn't argue back, nor was I allowed to.

Silence was my best means of escape.

Julian Rhodes gradually grew dissatisfied with this. He started making me personally wait on the women he brought home.

He even had me personally "train" the women who would end up in his bed.

He said that someone as shameless as me would know best how to please a man.

During those moments, he would stand aside, his eyes filled with mockery and scorn, savoring the sight of my humiliation and pain.

Eventually, I grew numb. I stopped resisting, stopped arguing.

He, in turn, grew bored and stopped watching me so closely.

Instead, he found a new way: making me beg him not to divorce me.

Time and again, I had compromised for the sake of my family. But now, I had nothing left, and I no longer had to beg him for anything.

Staring at the completely empty page, I let out a long sigh of relief.

As the last of the text was deleted,

I could almost hear the shackles around me shattering.

Completely drained, I collapsed onto the desk, my mind and body utterly empty.

For a moment, I didn't even know if I was alive or dead.

Until someone tapped me gently on the back.

"Moira Shaw?"