Never Looking Back: Life After Heartbreak

6

I tried to find any opportunity to escape, but all the items and decorations in the room seemed to be attached to the walls and cabinets.

They couldn’t be moved, let alone be taken down.

Since Tony’s incident, Black had become stricter in controlling me.

I felt like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, waiting for the final judgment of fate, until the arrival of the masked man.

When he took off his clothes, I saw the familiar mole on his chest. He was my husband, the person I used to be closest to.

My mind went blank and I was trembling.

I couldn't help but tentatively call out to him, "Peter Norris?"

Peter Norris was my husband's name, rustic. I gave him an elegant pen name called Adam, but he liked to be called Mr. Norris by others.

He suddenly stopped but didn't turn around.

"Save me," I begged, "Peter, save me. I'm your wife!"

At that moment, I even forgot why he appeared here.

Although Tony was my husband, I had never looked up to him. The only reason why I married him was because his obedience and money satisfied my great vanity.

That slut Vivian always laughed at him for having no taste, because he asked for salt in his coffee. However, she liked his generosity when he threw out a stack of cash to pay the bill.

Vivian always used the excuse of testing him to deliberately ask him out. But every time he behaved to my satisfaction. Judging from Vivian's tone when she came back, he was a loyal rich man who would be faithful to the end.

But now, reality had shattered my illusion.

I, the once arrogant beauty writer, the wife who used cultural cultivation to humiliate her husband, was now completely defeated.

He didn't say a word and ignored me. I cursed him as an ungrateful bastard who was bound to die a horrible death

He suddenly stopped and said with a condescending attitude,

"You are like the willow that seduces the wind, putting yourself in a high place and looking down on all beings. You are so noble that people look up to you, but you still can't live without the money in my bank card. You fucking rely on my money. Why do you always look down on me?"

I thought he abandoned me because I insisted on being child-free, but it wasn't. It was my arrogance that he couldn't bear.

Peter was so cold the whole time.

But what's even more terrifying than his indifference was his last words before leaving, "I won't let you leave alive, nor will I let you die easily here."

His words contained such hatred that I couldn't help but shudder.

7

Black appeared again.

He stroked my pale face like a gentle husband caressing his wife.

"Do you hate me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the woman on the third bed, who had kept silent all the time, ran towards Black and bit down on his wrist.

I was horrified.

Then I reacted. I also grabbed Black's ear and bit down like a madman, then ran wildly towards the door.

After realizing what happened, Black suddenly grabbed the woman’s hair and threw her to the ground. He stomped frantically on her with the hard soles of his shoes.

The woman who had never spoken and never resisted before showed such bravery at this moment that amazed me. Black couldn't think of a better way to deal with her for a while, but Cici suddenly rushed over and grabbed her hand, dragging her to the side.

Black caught up with me as soon as I came out of the door and kicked me in the back.

I hit the side of the door and fell to the floor, and I realized that the door couldn’t be open at all.

Cici controlled the woman and said, "I knew she wanted to escape a long time ago!"

Black remained silent, with a fierce look in his eyes.

He took off his belt and strangled the woman's slender and snow-white neck. I watched as the woman's eyes became bloodshot in front of me. Her breath weakened, and finally, her eyes closed, dying in front of me.

I stared at Cici with tears streaming down my face.

I didn’t hate Black, but there had never been a moment when I wanted to peel off Cici's skin and drink her blood as much as I did now.

I couldn’t die like this. But Black, who had one of its ears bitten off by me, dug his hand into my left eye socket.

I passed out, and when I woke up, I was moved to another place. I was no longer in the warm and magnificent Beauty Pavilion, but a dilapidated wooden house with drafts everywhere.

My head was wrapped in gauze, and my left eye was in excruciating pain.

Sitting beside me was a burly man with a bronze complexion, and short hair, and the muscles on his back made my heart tremble.

I didn't expect to see Bob Blake here.

He had been in prison. I had interviewed him in prison when I wanted to write a book about prison.

At that time, he was in a very irritable period. I talked to him about many life ideals and even proposed to him to build a house on an island and live a semi-secluded life by the sea.

I didn't expect that he not only listened but also did it.

He said calmly, "Awake? It's time to take medicine."

He handed me a few white pills.

I dared not take them, but he gently said, "Don't worry. These are anti-inflammatory drugs."

I struggled to sit up but realized I had no clothes on. My body was covered by a quilt, emitting a mixed smell of laundry detergent and seawater.

"They gave you to me." He kept a certain distance from me, not saying the word ‘sold’ in order not to hurt my self-esteem.

I suddenly felt a sense of security. He just glanced at me and then turned his head. "Black is called Carter Blake. He is my brother."

I was shocked.

8

He seemed to sense my worries and fears.

"Please let me go. I'm willing to do anything for you!" I struggled to sit up, deliberately showing my perfect figure to him.

My body, which I was proud of, now became the condition for my escape.

However, Bob just glanced at me and turned his head, saying, "You can't escape. All the ships here are under my brother's control, and I can't use them."

He reached out and covered my quilt, "Don’t get a cold."

I saw Bob on his left hand.

I didn't want to call him full name because of his surname Blake, but called him Bob and he liked me calling him that.

With his care, I quickly recovered, but I had only one eye remaining.

I looked in the mirror, and the hole in my face almost made me collapse. I wanted to commit suicide again and again, but Bob stopped me.

"Only by being alive can you seek revenge."

He comforted me like this, and I asked him back, "You are all together. Why did you save me?"

"I didn’t save you. I bought you."

I realized at that point that I was a toy, a commodity valued at a few thousand dollars.