The Husband Regretted it, But it was Too Late!

When Jack was done, he used my clothes to wipe himself off. He stared at me while I showered, then rummaged through the luggage they’d confiscated from me earlier and found a set of long clothes and pants.

When I first came here, I was fair-skinned and slim. Now, my skin was dark and sallow, and my pants strained over a belly that looked like I was hiding a swimming ring under my clothes.

He seemed worried, and sternly warned me, “You’re an important person now, a leader’s wife with a bright future. Don’t mess this up.”

I was brought to the door of the dormitory, a place that had once been covered in dust, now freshly cleaned. Reporters were interviewing the villagers, who all scrambled to sing my praises. The men and women smiled warmly at me, carefully complimenting me while subtly threatening, “You’ve finally made it. Don’t screw it up.”

Everyone assumed I’d keep quiet for the sake of honor and wealth.

The person who came to pick me up was my younger sister. At first, she didn’t recognize me and just stood there in shock.

“Sister, how did you end up like this?” she finally said, rushing over to hug me tightly.

I felt stiff and nauseous. After these three years, I’d grown to fear anyone touching me. I looked around, but Liam was nowhere to be seen. I breathed a sigh of relief—the last person I wanted to face was him.

My sister wiped her tears and started pulling me toward the car.

Just then, Liam pulled up in a pickup truck loaded with bread, cooking oil, and pasta.

He was dressed in a sharp black suit, every detail perfectly in place, radiating the aura of a successful man. Then he opened the passenger door and helped Evelyn out, the two of them looking every bit the loving couple.

A crowd had gathered around us. I felt nervous, my head down, fingers fidgeting. When I didn’t say anything, Jack nudged me with his elbow and whispered, “Say hello.”

Startled, I snapped out of it, bowed deeply, and said, “Hello, Mr. Grant.”

Liam frowned, clearly displeased. “What did you just call me?”

Our eyes met, and I could see his irritation. I didn’t understand—what was I supposed to call him? Liam? The last time I’d called him that, he was so annoying he sent me here. Now, I didn’t dare use his name.

He stared at me for a long moment, then sighed, “Fine, you must be exhausted. Get in the car and rest.”

He turned to shake hands with Jack and the village chief, thanking them. “My wife has been here for three years. Thank you for looking after her. This truckload of bread, cooking oil, and pasta is a token of our gratitude to the village. Please help distribute it.”

Suddenly, I shouted, “No, don’t give it to them!”

Everyone stared at me in shock.

Liam’s face darkened. He asked, trying to stay calm, “Then what do you want to do with the bread and pasta?”

I looked at him, my voice shaking with pain, “Throw it away, give it to beggars, anyone, just not them.”

The veins on Liam’s neck bulged as he fought to keep his temper. “Why are you still so stubborn and unreasonable? These people have helped you. How can you repay kindness with hostility?”

Evelyn stepped forward, smiling sweetly. “Exactly. Even a child knows how to be grateful, but you’re just heartless.”

Tears streamed down my face as I begged Liam, “Please, don’t give it to them.”

The reporter’s camera zoomed in on me, and Liam quickly blocked it.

“Are you still fit to be a role model for others?” he snapped. “Today, this bread and pasta are going to them, whether you like it or not.”