Parting With No Regrets

Her eyes flickered with a brief flash of surprise.

Suddenly, she pulled out her phone and answered a call on speakerphone.

"Jared, Winter says she did nothing wrong. But honestly, she's already in pretty bad shape. Maybe we should let this go. Naomi wouldn't want—"

For a moment, hope sparked in me. After three years together, Jared must feel something for me, right?

But I had underestimated the hold Naomi had on his heart. To him, she was sacred and untouchable.

Jared cut Diana off coldly, saying, "If Naomi knew her keepsake had been destroyed, she would be upset for sure. Do you think she'd just let it slide?

"Diana, if you feel bad for Winter, I'll find someone else to deal with her. I don't believe that she's that tough."

Diana hesitated, then sighed. "Fine. But don't blame me if she ends up seriously hurt. She's your wife, after all…"

"Wife? She doesn't deserve to be my wife. She's nothing more than Naomi's substitute. If she has upset Naomi, then it doesn't matter who she is. She should know that she's just my plaything," Jared said with disdain.

Diana ended the call with a triumphant grin, but her expression twisted into something sinister as she turned to me.

Suddenly, I found myself thinking that maybe I really was wrong. I should never have married Jared. I should never have loved him so deeply and so blindly.

If I hadn't loved him, I wouldn't have expected anything from him. And I wouldn't be here, utterly shattered.

Just then, a searing pain jolted me back to the present.

Diana had retrieved a branding iron from somewhere and pressed it against my calf.

I watched in horror as my skin reddened, blistered, and began to ooze.

However, I bit down hard, refusing to scream.

My voice seemed to be Diana's stimulant. Every time I whimpered, she would press harder and burn deeper.

The physical agony overwhelmed me. Tears poured uncontrollably down my face.

Seeing me curl up in pain, Diana pressed the button again.

With the dual torment of the electric shock and the branding, my body grew more and more uncontrollable.

Just then, a warm trickle ran down my legs, soaking the chair. A foul, acrid smell lingered around me.

Diana wrinkled her nose in disgust and sneered. "Gosh, Winter! How could you urinate in public? Are you an animal?"

Yes, the electric shock caused me to lose control of my bladder.

The intense humiliation surged through me. Every ounce of my being screamed to retort, but I had no energy left.

Diana, seemingly not satisfied, ordered someone to bring in a full-length mirror.

She placed it in front of me, forcing me to see the wreckage of what I had become.

Meanwhile, she stood off to the side and looked down at my misery with a sense of superiority. Occasionally, she would snap pictures of my humiliation with her phone.