My Parents Say Fiancé Is a Domestic Abuser—So I Married Him

"Don't leave! You must save me!"

I looked at the Police Officer again and said, "You can take me for a checkup. I am willing to cooperate and prove that I am a normal person!"

"Please don't leave!"

As I was talking, my brother Ethan came up to me with a stack of medical records.

"Sister! Can you please stop doing this! Our parents are getting older!"

As she said this, she handed the medical records in her hand to her fiancé.

What else do I want to explain?

My fiancé actually joined forces with his parents.

"Comrade police, I'm really sorry to bother you. My fiancée does have some problems with her brain."

Just like that, everyone who could prove something for me was accusing me of being abnormal.

Even the Police Officer thought that it was my problem and chose to withdraw.

When it’s just me and my family at home.

My parents then pretended to have some fake expressions on their faces, and the look they gave me was as if I had made a huge mistake.

Especially my younger brother who has the same father and mother as me.

He angrily kicked me in the stomach with such force that I fell to the ground.

The whole body curled up like a shrimp.

The salty smell of blood rushed out of my throat, choking me and making me cough.

The parents watched coldly.

My brother Ethan grabbed my hair violently and dragged me from the bedroom to the living room.

I still feel unsatisfied.

He grabbed the vase on the coffee table and smashed it on my head.

In an instant, I felt the world in front of me was dyed red with blood.

But what followed was a rain of slaps.

I want to break free and hide.

But it was in vain.

The sobbing sound from his mouth was blocked by blood.

I heard Ethan in a trance, still accusing me of being selfish.

"Mom and Dad couldn't just talk it over with you! They had to make me come back to talk to you in person!"

"Isn't it just asking you to break up with that Ethan and marry another man? What's there to refute?"

"If I didn't continue the family line, would this family still rely on you as a financial burden?"

"Chloe is pregnant with my child!"

"If she can't collect two million dowry dollars, she will abort the baby!"

He hit me so hard that I was dizzy and about to lose consciousness.

"Son, that's enough. If you really beat him to death, it will really become a financial burden!"

The person who said this was my biological mother.

My own brother was planning to sell me for money, and I was beaten half to death when I refused to cooperate, but this was the kind of advice I received.

But my biological father brought a basin of ice water and poured it on my head.

The biting coldness sobered me up a little.

I could barely hold up my upper body and look at my family who treated me like an object.

“Why?”

"I am your daughter too!"

"Why do you do this to me! Why!"

As he spoke, a large amount of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

However, my embarrassment did not arouse any sympathy from my parents.

My father held the washbasin in his hand and spat at me with disgust.

"We raised you from childhood, and now you are unwilling to give some dowry money to your own brother. Aren't you a part of this family?"

Even her mother tried to persuade her: "That's right! We're not asking you to work in a factory to earn money or do manual labor. You're just marrying someone!"

"Look at which girl doesn't want to get married? You have no right to blame us!"

At this time, his younger brother Ethan also interjected: "Other girls may not marry as well as you!"

"In my opinion, for a second-hand woman like you who has been slept with by other men to marry a rich man is a blessing you have earned in eight lifetimes!"