My husband Logan Carter has hated me since childhood.

But he still couldn't escape the fate of being bound to me.

After marriage, he stayed out all night to seek excitement. Everyone in and out of the loop knew his romantic affairs.

I was humiliated all day long, suffering unbearable pain.

But he just smiled and said, "Zella Jones, you didn't back out of the marriage, now you have to endure it!"

Everyone thought that I would never leave him, and so does he.

Until after the miscarriage, I handed him a divorce agreement, and he went crazy!

***

On Logan's grandmother Kim's 80th birthday, I couldn't find Logan's figure no matter how hard I tried. In the end, a friend pointed me in the right direction and I saw him at the bar.

But I didn't expect to see him in a scene where he was disheveled and entangled with a woman on the sofa.

The woman had red lips, holding a glass of red wine and slowly pouring it into his mouth, surrounded by music and the cheers of his mates.

I stood there, my hands trembling uncontrollably.

Until one of his friends found me and sneered, "Oh, look, Zella is here to play too!"

Upon hearing the voice, Logan pushed the woman aside, and looked up at me.

His usually cold face had a hint of drunken flush.

He raised his hand and the friends around him fell silent.

He looked at me quietly, beckoning me with a casual tone, "Even the mute has learned to follow, huh?"

"I wonder if you're satisfied with my performance?"

The woman who was pushed away seemed to receive some signal and approached again, provocatively looking at me, her red lips moving, "If you're not satisfied, Logan, shall we continue? I'm sure to make Zella satisfied!"

Her openness caused laughter among the people present.

Logan finished his wine in one gulp and pulled me close, kissing me on the lips.

The bitter taste slowly slid into the mouth, exploded in the stomach, and the pain spread from the inside out, gradually blurring my consciousness.

When I woke up in the hospital, it was already evening.

I woke up my sister Chloe and she cried, throwing herself into my arms.

"Zella, I'm not treating the illness anymore. You should divorce Logan!"

"He made you have an allergic reaction to alcohol and sent you to the hospital this time. Next time, he might just take your life."

I shook my head and covered Chloe, who wanted to say something, with my hand. My gaze fell on the man outside the ward.

The man's eyes were mocking, with deep sarcasm, as if saying, "Zella, why are you so despicable? I almost killed you, and you still won't leave me."

I looked away, and the bitterness of alcohol seemed to have not completely faded.

I wondered how I and Logan ended up like this.

Logan and I have known each other since childhood, but he didn't like me.

Even often played some pranks on me.

After losing my voice in an accident, his behavior became even more extreme.

Although there were always people who helped me out.

But it still left a permanent damage in my heart.

I was afraid of him, feared him, and stayed away from him.

But the wheel of fate still pushed me towards him.

My parents disappeared in a car accident, Chloe seriously ill, and the Jones company was also coveted. In the midst of internal and external troubles, it was my mother's best friend, Logan's mother Dora, who found me.

"Zella, you know, only when you are closer to me can I help you."

I figured. This is also the sorrow of our aristocratic families.

We enjoy the shelter of the family, which means we have to pay for the family.

Before getting married, he found me and had a calm conversation with me for the first time.

"Being my wife? It's not that easy."

"I'll give you a chance to break off the engagement."

I shook my head and was defeated by his mocking gaze.

Logan slowly said with a cold voice, "Since you don't want to break off the engagement, then you'll have to endure it in the future!"

"You don't have a chance anymore!"

I knew what it meant to have no chance.

Probably, starting from that day.

I would return to his shadow.