I accidentally washed the old sheets my wife had treasured for many years.

The blood on the bed sheets was a precious memento of the night she lost her virginity to her childhood sweetheart.

My wife was furious and thought that I did so out of jealousy.

In a fit of anger, she sent me into the dark charcoal kiln, hoping that I'd learn some rules there.

My soul and dignity were trampled and destroyed.

Three years later, she took me home.

She asked me if I was still as stingy and jealous as before?

Humble and sensible. I knelt on the ground to show that I had learned my lesson.

I no longer dared to show any disrespect to her childhood sweetheart.

My wife was very satisfied and thought that she had successfully transformed me.

Until she saw the scars all over my body.

After learning that the cook tortured me, she finally cried and regretted it.

I didn't cry. Instead, I laughed.

Because I had a self-destruct mental illness.

I hate myself and the cold and ruthless world...

In the third year of being a dog in the coal factory.

My wife, Sophia, sent someone to pick me up.

I had been working continuously for 30 hours. During this period, I only ate 4 grains of rice. I was hungry and tired. I was on the verge of collapse, but I didn't dare to take any break.

As long as I slowed down, the supervisor would whip me.

It was a purgatory, which could satisfy all the fantasies of human fear.

Physical pain, hunger, sleeping in a pile of shit like a maggot was nothing.

The greater fear was the fear of death.

Of course, there was no safety precaution in the coal kiln.

Explosions and collapses often happen.

Ten minutes ago, I watched a worker dragged into the machine.

Black charcoal, red blood, and white bones.

When they mixed together, it was shocking.

I wanted to vomit, but I didn't dare.

The supervisor would definitely force me to eat what I vomited.

They took pleasure in torturing.

The rest of the workers continued to work numbly. They didn't care the death of people.

It was not that they were heartless, but that they were all idiots.

Being the only normal person, I was in great pain.

Not only the workers couldn't leave but also the seven or eight male supervisors and two female chefs.

As time went by, they got tired of each other, so I, who had delicate skin and tender flesh, became the target of torture.

I was in a trance. I didn't know if I was a man or a woman.

During the three years, my body, my soul, and my dignity have all been destroyed.

Sophia wanted to pick me up?

The endless torture made my mind stiffen.

I didn't understand why Sophia asked me to go back?

Didn't she want me to die in this hell?

It was the first time I had seen the sun outside for three years.

It was so dazzling.

It was so warm that I wanted to cry.

But then, Lincoln's face was like an evil black hole, blocking all the sunlight.

He was Sophia's childhood sweetheart and also my nightmare.

Lincoln looked at me gloatingly.

"Sophia asked me to ask you, have you regretted it?"

"Yes,,, I,,, I am sorry..."

In the coal factory, the other workers could not communicate with each other.

The supervisor and the cook treated me like a toy. They didn't need to talk to me.

Because I hadn't talked to anyone for a long time, it was hard to find my voice.

"I am glad to hear that. But why are you so dirty? You smell worse than a toilet. Go and wash up!"

He covered his nose with a look of disgust.

During the three years I had been imprisoned, I was only allowed to eat once every 36 hours. All I ate was stinky food.

Dozens of workers squeezed into a small room and were not allowed to go out of the circle. There was no toilet paper and no chance for them to take a shower.

It would be strange if I smelled good.

Lincoln asked someone to throw me into the high-pressure bathroom to wash for a whole day. After using dozens of kilograms of soap powder, I finally smelt like a human.

Then, he combed my hair and changed into a long-sleeved shirt to cover up the scars on my body.

"If you talk nonsense when you get back, I'll send you to another region next time!"

He was threatening me, so I cowered and nodded.

But he found that even the smallest clothes were too big for me.

The endless torture made me lose 50 pounds in three years.

However, Lincoln had a solution. He stuffed dozens of pounds of cotton into my clothes.

"If you dare to take off your clothes in front of Sophia, I'll skin you alive!"

I was so scared that my whole body trembled. I hurriedly knelt and kowtowed, indicating that I didn't dare.

"Didn't you just take a shower? Where did the smell of urine come from!"

Lincoln covered his nose with a look of disgust.

I lowered my head even further.

In the past three years, I had been tortured.

I was infected with inflammation and some diseases.

My body was in terrible shape now.

I was disturbed both physically and mentally.

Every time I felt nervous, anxious, afraid, and other stimulation, I would pee.

"Put on a diaper!"

"Randall, you're too weak. You've become a cripple in just three years."

There was a deep regret in Lincoln's words.

It was like a cat catching a mouse. After playing a few times, the mouse would die.

He wasn't pity. He just hadn't had enough fun.

On the way back, I found out that Sophia suddenly asked me to go home not because she finally remembered her husband, who had suffered a lot outside.

Instead, it was because her grandpa, David was coming from the old house to celebrate his 80th birthday.

It was all thanks to David that I was able to marry a beautiful rich woman as a poor boy.

David went through thick and thin with my deceased grandfather. My grandfather even saved him with his own life.

David later found me and made me Sophia's wife to repay the kindness.

He was kind.

But he didn't know that he had pushed me into a fire pit.

Sophia was strong and decisive.

She was known for her ruthlessness in the business world.

Of course, she didn't love me. She was not satisfied with this marriage.

She still had an unforgettable childhood sweetheart, Lincoln.

She spent her first night with him.

But she couldn't refuse the marriage.

If she refused, David would not let her inherit the family business.

Instead, he would choose Sophia's elder brother.

She had endured the humiliation and anger of marrying me.

She hated me and firmly believed that I was a villain who took advantage of the situation, a toad coveting a swan, a treacherous guy and the executioner who ruined her love.

That was why he had always been cold to me after marriage. She had always been wrapped in a fresh film when we had sex.

She always had a condescending posture.

I was not allowed to kiss her, let alone look into her eyes and admire her expression when we had sex.

Yes, although Sophia hated me very much, she had sex with me once a month.

It was not because she felt it was a duty to be a wife, but because she knew how to maintain her health and beauty.

She knew that mature women needed sex to remain young.

Otherwise, not only would she age early, but she might also suffer from gynecology.

Providing male hormones once a month was the only value of me as her husband.

I'm a human-shaped healthcare product.

After I was used, I was thrown up like a sanitary pad.

It didn't affect her from hating me.

Of course, Lincoln hated me for stealing his love.

He was unwilling to lose Sophia, so he did not give up pursuing her even after she got married.

He wanted to maintain the improper connection between body and soul.

Unfortunately, as the president of a listed company, Sophia didn't dare to let the news affect the stock price, so she refused to give Lincoln another chance to have sex with her.

She had an affair mentally, but not physically.

Although it was not for me.

Living in such a marriage was a tragedy.

What was even more tragic was that I had overestimated myself and fallen in love with Sophia.

I was a poor boy from a small place and had no experience in love. I couldn't resist the temptation of such a beautiful wife.

I was infatuated with her beauty, her pride, her coldness, and the way she smiled at Lincoln.

Even if that smile wasn't directed at me, I was still completely infatuated.

Not to mention that I had a chance to have her every month.

Although it was just a routine for her, it was a wonderful experience for me.

I was poisoned.

I foolishly thought that as long as I treated her well, she would be moved.

And she would love me one day.

Then we could sleep together everyday.

I didn't want her to keep biting her lips.

I hope to hear her moan.

I hoped that she would call me hubby when she was happy.

So I tried my best to please her.

I dismissed the servants and took charge of all the housework.

I would also be jealous of Lincoln's approach and reveal a look of anger and jealousy.

But I swear that I didn't wash the sheets on purpose.

She didn't know that this seemingly old bed sheet with bloodstains on it came from Sophia's college dormitory.

On her third year's Valentine's Eve, Lincoln sneaked into the girls' dormitory and dirtied the bedsheets.

Sophia had changed from an inexperienced girl to a mature woman.

After that, she had carefully kept this sheet for seven years.

Until I accidentally threw it into the washing machine.

She was furious.

I thought that I had destroyed the bedsheet out of jealousy.

It said that it carried the love and sadness of her youth, and was an irreversible and precious cultural relic.

She called me a dirty and despicable villain.

So she handed me over to Lincoln and asked him to teach me how to behave.

Lincoln's family had a lot of mines.

Sophia's original intention was for Lincoln to throw me into a regular mine factory to undergo labor modification.

But she didn't expect that Lincoln hated her so much.

How could he be willing to just let me suffer physical pain?

In addition to the formal and legal ones, Lincoln had many illegal coal kilns.

It became the best place to torture me.

On the first day I was thrown into the black charcoal workshop, Lincoln ordered the supervisor and the cook with a noble expression.

"Whoever treats Randall as a human being will be treated as a ghost!"

Three years later, I met Sophia again.

She was still as beautiful and proud as ever.

"Randall, have you repented?"

Her voice seemed to come from the clouds.

I immediately prostrated myself on the ground.

"I... I was wrong... In the future, I won't dare to do anything that will annoy you and Mr. Louis again..."

"Pfft."

This was the first time that she smiled at me.

"Are you pretending to be miserable?"

"We are husband and wife. People would think I am bullying you."

She walked up to me in crystal high heels, swaying.

"Although it's a little pretentious, it can be seen that you've learned the rules well in the past three years."

"Lincoln did a good job."

"I'm warning you again. Nothing could change the past of Lincoln and I. You're not qualified to be jealous at all! You must behave like a man in the future and stop playing tricks!"

"Stand up, or do you want me to bend down and talk to you?"

I could only get up obediently. "I understand. I was just lucky enough to be your husband. I don't deserve to be compared with Mr. Louis. I won't humiliate myself again."

Sophia was even more satisfied, but when he looked at me carefully, he was stunned.

"Why are you so thin?"

The clothes could be stuffed with cotton, but the face couldn't.

My face was emaciated.

I didn't dare to say that I was suffering in the coal factory. I could only say I was not used to the food.

Sophia laughed mockingly.

"You're a poor boy. You've been living a luxurious life in the Hawkins family for a few years, but you've begun to be picky about food?"

"Humph!"

"Forget it. Let's eat."

The table was filled with exquisite delicacies.

But I wanted to vomit.

After eating the rotten vegetables and rotten soup cooked with ditch oil for three years, my taste and smell had been completely destroyed.

The more delicious the food was, the more torture I felt.

"Eat? Do you want me to feed you?"

"Forget it, I'll let you be willful for once."

Sophia put a piece of green onion and sea cucumber into my bowl.

She used the shared fork.

The delicacy of the seafood made my stomach churn.

"Puke!"

I threw up violently.

There was no food in his stomach, and all he spat out was acid and acid.

"What the hell are you doing!"

Sophia was furious. Although she dodged in a hurry, her shoes were stained by my vomit.

"I'm sorry, I'll clean it up. Don't hit me!"

I was so scared that I lay on the ground and licked the green juice with my mouth.

"So disgusting!"

She left in anger.

I seemed to have lost all my strength and leaned against the wall, gasping for breath.

I thought she wouldn't come to me tonight.

Unexpectedly, she shouted coldly in the bedroom, "Go take a shower. I'm going to wipe the lights."

I shuddered and wet my pants.

Wiping the lights was the secret signal of our sex life.

She was going to do beauty care again.

How could I dare to touch her again?

"I... I'm going to ask Mr. Louis for help!"

I wanted to find Lincoln to have sex with her instead of me.

No!

It was originally his right.

When he and Sophia had fun in the room. I could stand guard at the door.

After suffering enough, I am no longer jealous.

Having seen too much darkness of death, I no longer cared if my wife cheated.

I thought Sophia would be gratified of my idea.

She should be glad that I took the initiative to match her and her childhood sweetheart.

Yet she was angry.

"Randall! Don't you think you've gone too far?"

"What do you take me for? I'm not a woman you can transfer at will!"

"Undress!"

"Come to bed!"

I smiled bitterly.

Come to bed?

"Once I'm done, Lincoln will kill me!"

Undress?

Shouldn't I let her see my wet urine?

Although I've lost my dignity, I still don't want to show my ugliest side in front of Sophia.

I closed my eyes wearily. "Sophia, I'm not pretending. I'm really obedient now and forever. Goodbye forever!"

Then I pushed the window open.

I seemed to have heard Sophia's scream. "Randall, I don't allow you to die!"

But I didn't hesitate. I jumped down from the 109th floor of the Hawkins Group.