The Husband Regretted it, But it was Too Late!

In a panic, I grabbed a stool and smashed it over his head, then bolted out the door. Outside, I spotted three men and a woman walking by, and I screamed for help.

They all looked at me with pity in their eyes. Seeing Jack closing in, I ran toward them with every ounce of strength I had. If I could just reach them, I’d be safe.

One of the men caught me, and I looked up at him with gratitude. Jack came up behind me, and the man who had helped me asked what was going on. I expected Jack to panic or make excuses, but instead, he said calmly, “Just a woman nobody else wants…”

Another man cut him off, laughing, “Well, sir, you should take care of us too, eh? Your little grandsons here need some attention!” The group erupted into laughter, the woman with them blushing as she turned away.

The sun was shining that day, the grass was tall, and everything outside was alive with spring. But inside, my world was frozen—no light, no hope.

I grew up in a loving, prosperous family, dreaming of a life like my parents’—a heart won, growing old together. When I fell for Liam, poor as he was, I poured everything I had into loving him, believing he’d be my rock for life. But he pushed me into a pit of despair, and now I couldn’t find my way out.

The darkness settled in, and the demons finally left. After a while, I felt something damp on my back and weakly called out, “Help me… save me…”

Jack sneered, lifting my foot with just two fingers before dropping it like it was a broken stick. “You filthy bitch, thought you could trick me?”

“You’re supposed to be a fancy college girl, but you’re no better than an animal, pissing and shitting everywhere.”

He dragged out a cart, tied me up stark naked, and wheeled me away into the night. As we went, he spat on me. “Disgusting. You’re not even fit to be my mistress.”

He turned a corner and hauled me into the pigsty. The place was damp, stifling, and swarming with mosquitoes.

“You’re worthless. This is where you belong,” he snarled, locking me in. He dusted off his hands and walked away, completely at ease, as if nothing had happened.

I was covered in filth, my lips cracked from thirst, and I felt like I couldn’t go on. I lay down in the muck, thinking maybe starving to death wouldn’t be so bad.

I don’t know how much time passed, but suddenly, I heard chaos outside—footsteps and a girl’s scream. She ran to the pigsty and was horrified by what she saw. As she turned to flee, the woman behind her caught her up.

The girl dropped to her knees, sobbing, “Mother, I don’t want to marry that old man!”

I suddenly jolted awake. If I died like this, what would happen to my sister? Would she end up suffering the same fate? Who would protect her? I forced myself to crawl to the edge of the fence and licked the leftover water from the pig trough. If I could survive one more day, that was something.

And somehow, I did survive—long enough for Liam to finally come for me.