For example, at this moment, when she looks up at the window, the flowers, plants and trees passing by in a hurry seem to become the most beautiful scenery in her eyes.

Perhaps even the bodyguard couldn't bear the oppressive atmosphere and started looking for a topic of conversation.

"Young Madam, we'll be home in about 50 minutes."

She glanced at him indifferently, then turned back to look at the scenery outside the window. Go home? Did she even have a home anymore? Her brother Han was dead, she had miscarried, and there was nothing left in this world for her to cherish. This was probably what it meant to be heartbroken.

Thinking back to a month ago, she mustered the courage to bring up divorce, but his resolute tone told her it was impossible. Yes, how could it be? He used every means to get her, how could he divorce her? Ridiculous. After seeing this man for who he truly is, you're still so naive.

"Su Bing'er, let me tell you, you can only be mine in this life. Even if I can't have your heart, at least you're mine. You're a member of the Li family in life and in death. You want to die young and be with my good brother, is that it? Let me tell you, as long as I'm alive, you can forget about it."

His eyes were filled with resentment bordering on madness, and his large, calloused hands seemed to want to crush her chin.

What awaited her was endless humiliation. A naked man took her again and again, each time more violent than the last. She was drenched in sweat on the bed, and his magnetic voice rang in her ears, making her even more drenched in sweat: "Hahaha, Bing'er, it's been two years, and you're still beneath me every day. So what if I can't have your heart? I'll have your body. How about it, your husband's got skills, right? Let me tell you, in this lifetime, you'll never escape my clutches."

The room was filled with an intimate atmosphere, the temperature rose, and as he repeatedly and frantically took her, she finally fainted.

The next day at midday, when the sun was high in the sky, I opened my long, curled eyelashes, and the blinding sunlight streamed in, instantly making me raise my hand to shield my eyes. Some encounters in life are unforgettable and beautiful; while others evoke fear even in your midnight dreams. Meeting the right person at the wrong time is utter ruin; meeting the wrong person at the right time is hell.

Reflecting on my 20 years of life, it feels as if I've experienced countless vicissitudes. I close my eyes tightly to gather my thoughts. When I open my beautiful, sorrowful eyes, I don't know where to look, my gaze fixed.