After my husband's first love accidentally fell into the water, in a fit of rage, he locked me in the water dungeon!

"Anne was in the water for ten minutes, so you should stay in there for a whole week!"

It was in the dead of winter and I stood there shivering with cold, clutching my pregnant belly. I was crying and begging, “As long as I can safely give birth, I’m willing to take my own life afterward!”

But my husband only sneered. “Don’t use the baby to threaten me. Only after you’ve suffered enough will you finally be sensible.”

He didn't allow anyone to care for me and took his first love abroad to relax.

I cried out in despair, begging for mercy, wanting to die with the child!  

A week later, my husband, Oliver Wood, finally returned from his trip and casually ordered, “Let that slut out. Though she’s troublesome and dramatic, she’s still my wife and I can’t bear to keep her locked up forever.”  

He didn't know that my beauty had already turned into dry bones. In the fifth year since he hoped I would die, I was finally died!

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“Didn't I tell you to release that slut? Why isn't she coming to kneel before me and thank me?” Is she's being stubborn? Well … if she doesn't come, I'll put her back and lock her up for another two days. She won't die of thirst in the water cell anyway,” Oliver said offhandedly. Then he noticed his assistant's expression suddenly grow strange.

The assistant cautiously explained, “Sir, earlier… it seemed no one was attending to the lady. Everyone was busy organizing the luggage you and Miss Davis brought back.”

Oliver was stunned for a moment and a trace of pity flashed across his eyes, but in the blink of an eye, he said nonchalantly, "Then let her stay locked up! That woman is so willful, it's just right for her to reflect on herself for two more days."

The assistant cautiously reminded him, “But I heard that there hasn't been any movement in the water cell all day and people passing by said it smells absolutely terrible."  

Oliver smiled coldly this time, "She deserves to be in there."

The assistant tried to persuade him further, but was cut off by Oliver. "Since that's the case, I'll go release her myself later and give her a good scolding, so she stops causing trouble for my Anne all the time!”

Just then, Anne Davis walked into the study carrying a cake. When he saw her, Oliver's face instantly softened into a gentle smile. “Anne, has your fever subsided? Don’t worry, that slut Isabel Jackson won’t have the chance to bully you like that again!”

Anne threw herself into his arms. Her face filled with emotion. “Oliver, I always knew I was the most important person in your heart. But I can’t bear to see you and your wife turn against each other because of me. When Isabel Jackson is released and if she apologizes, I’ll never bring it up again. You know I don’t want to put you in a difficult position."

Her words moved Oliver deeply and he hugged her tightly. The two of them were so sweet and affectionate, they seemed like a real couple!  

I watched this ridiculous scene and couldn't help but chuckle as I floated around the room. They didn't know that I was already dead and from now on, I wouldn't have to apologize to Isabel with a guilty conscience!  

After my death, I finally left that dark, cramped underground dungeon. Looking up from below, the dungeon was so cramped and dark that it didn't seem like a place where humans could enter.  

Several amulets were plastered on the door, as they feared that the people inside would come out to claim their lives. But, unfortunately for them, they were useless against me.

A few rats squeaking noisily on the shore, eyeing hungrily at my corpse, while the water bugs that had gnawed at me day and night still hovered around, occasionally taking bites as if enjoying an endless buffet.

Even as a corpse, the sight before me sent a chill down my spine! And yet … at that moment, my husband was still preoccupied with his beloved mistress.

“Why do you look so pale? Are you tired?”

“It’s my fault for always making you suffer. I even made you apologize to that woman … something she doesn’t deserve! She wanted your life, but I only locked her in the water prison. It was a small punishment for a great lesson!”

I froze in place, unable to believe that he still didn't believe me.

I did not have any involvement in the incident of Anne falling into the water, because no matter how much I disliked her, I would never kill a woman. Yet Oliver was sure I schemed shamelessly to kill his beloved first love. But I really did not do it.

Oliver said that I cherished my life too much and that once I got out, I would definitely cry and kneel to beg them for forgiveness.

I think part of his statement was right; I did value my life. When he locked me in the water dungeon, afraid I might find a way to escape, Oliver deliberately used thick iron chains to bind my hands and feet, forcing me to keep my arms raised day and night so the blood in my body couldn’t circulate normally.

Considering my seven-month pregnancy, I pleaded, "Please, at least the baby is innocent. If this goes on too long, something will definitely happen to the child!"

He replied, “Did you think about the child when you harmed Anne?”  

"I didn't do anything!"

But he did not believe me.

In panic, I had no choice but to admit to the crime I did not commit and beg him to let me out. But Oliver coldly said, “You’re too noisy. Lock the cell door and don’t let her annoy Anne again.”

I cried until my voice was hoarse, but all I could do was watch helplessly when he personally locked the water dungeon and left. And I, too, closed my eyes forever in endless agony.

“Let Isabel out. She may have made a mistake, but since Anne is generous, I won’t hold it against her,” Oliver said casually, not noticing the stiffness in his assistant’s expression.

Anne, who was clinging to him, coaxed with a sweet voice, “After my sister comes out, you mustn’t be angry with her anymore. Be a good boy and I’ll make you a little cake."

Oliver looked so touched. “You’re so understanding!”  

Yeah, she is so understanding!

I laughed mockingly as I recalled how the conflict between me and Anne started this time.

Anne had insisted on renovating the swimming pool so Oliver could teach her to swim. I was forced to supervise the site for her, though I was heavily pregnant. She suddenly approached me and deliberately asked, “Your husband cares so much about me that he even made you supervise the work while pregnant. Aren't you angry at all?”  

She wanted to provoke me into going into labor early, but my cold attitude made her angry. So, she “accidentally” jumped into the water after I left and soaked for half an hour … and "happened" to faint when Oliver happened to pass by the pool.

Then the first thing she did when she woke up was cry to Oliver, “It's not my sister's fault!”

Anne deliberately said, “My sister just loves you so much that she would go to any lengths to scheme against me. Don't blame her; I'm fine!”

Though she claimed to be fine, tears streamed down her face. My blind husband tenderly comforted her, asking if she was okay. Meanwhile, I just stood nearby, feeling like an outsider.  

At that time, I still didn’t take it seriously. Someone who was accustomed to being wronged would not even feel it anymore. However, I never expected he would be so ruthless toward me.

After I was locked in the water dungeon, I cried and begged him, but Oliver just furrowed his brows and said, "Your one act of selfishness nearly cost my Anne her life!”  

Even now, Oliver still was not content. He sits high on his “throne,” waiting for me to come to him and apologize. However, he would never get that chance. Oliver, I’ll never have the chance to apologize to you.

The assistant suddenly ran in in a panic, his voice trembling with a hint of tears. “Sir… Madam… she’s passed away!”

Oliver froze for a moment. It seemed unprepared for this turn of events. I stared at him intently, thinking that after all these years, he couldn't possibly remain unaffected by my death. Because if that were the case, I would be truly pitiful.

Turned out, Oliver was even more cold-hearted than I imagined. He smiled coldly and with an indifferent yet confident tone, he asked, “How much did she pay you to make up this nonsense? A troublemaker like her wouldn't dare to die. You've been with me for years; don't be so narrow-minded. If you join Isabel to deceive me, your future will be bad!”

The assistant clearly hadn’t expected things to turn out this way and even Anne was taken aback.  

Oliver spoke cruelly, “Go tell her that if she doesn’t want me to freeze her card, she'd better get her ass over here in half an hour!”

“She’s not some spoiled princess anymore. If she keeps throwing tantrums, no one will be coaxing or begging her on their knees!”

At that moment, hearing these ruthless words, I didn't even have the strength to get angry.

It's funny, if he hadn't mentioned it, I would have forgotten that before marrying him, I was also the pearl of the capital...

My father was a real estate tycoon and my mother was once the princess of the capital’s elite circle. And I was the daughter they cherished in the palm of their hands.

Before meeting Oliver, the hardest thing I’d ever gone through was military training at school.

Until I met him ... it was love at first sight. An eighteen-year-old girl who was just coming of age faced her first major crisis in life.  

My parents disapproved and my friends strongly objected to it. After all, my personal net worth was double that of the entire Wood family combined. Marrying beneath oneself had always been a gamble. But I still followed him blindly. I truly loved him and hoped one day he would finally turn around and see me.

It wasn't until I was twenty-five, the year I graduated from graduate school, that my parents died unexpectedly while volunteering in an earthquake relief effort. I cried and screamed, wanting to go find them and bring them back, but Oliver silently stopped me.

“I’ll go,” he said.

He brought my parents' bodies back and knelt before me, saying, “Let me take care of you. I don't feel at ease leaving you alone.”

My years of pursuit had finally paid off, so I married Oliver, but I never expected that in the fifth year of our marriage, he would use the deepest pain in my heart to hurt me.  

Without my parents, I was no longer the happy, sweet little princess. And he had gained complete control over me.

Later, I overheard a conversation between him and Anne. The reason he married me was only because of an accident at the company, forcing Oliver to sacrifice himself. Hearing that made me retch continuously and that’s when I discovered I was pregnant.

I wanted to tell him, but I heard Oliver excitedly say to Anne, “These years of studying abroad in Germany weren't easy. Now that you're back, I'm no longer alone.”  

Ten years of effort were all gone in one night. The destructive power of first love was truly remarkable.

Oliver hugged Anne and kissed her for a long time before he remembered that I hadn't appeared yet.

His face darkened. “Why hasn’t Isabel come yet? Tell her to drop the tough act … I’ve plucked more than one thorn over the years.”

I was floating in the air while thinking, Oliver truly has no lingering feelings for me. I’m his wife, yet in his heart, I’m more loathsome than an enemy.

The assistant nearly fell to his knees while trembling and said in a low voice, “Sir… maybe you should… go see for yourself?”

Oliver's fist could be seen tightened.  He pushed Anne away with a forced calmness and coaxed her, “I'll go fetch Isabel to apologize to you!”

After pleasuring himself, he ignored her pleas to stay and strode toward the basement.

Before he reached the door, he was hit by a strong stench, causing him to pause slightly. He frowned in annoyance and asked, “What did that woman do? Why does it smell so bad?”

The assistant's eyes were slightly red and it was unclear whether he was scared or panicked. He only whispered, “Sir ... why don't you see for yourself?”

“You're just trying to be mysterious.”

Oliver opened the door with a cold smile and in that instant, I instinctively stepped aside.

I knew I had died a miserable death, but I didn't dare to look at myself before. I died with my limbs nearly broken and my body emitting a foul odor. Insects devoured me while water snakes wrapped around me. I suffocated to death in excruciating pain!

No corpse ever looked good.

After Oliver put on a gas mask, he yanked open the dungeon hatch. Seeing my head hanging down, he reached out and shoved me hard. “Isabel, what kind of biochemical weapon are you working on? Why aren’t you answering me?”

In the next instant, my head, already softened and rotting from being submerged in water, was pushed off and fell into the water.

Oliver was so scared his legs went weak and he collapsed backward onto the ground, uncontrollably!