In the third year of my relationship with Jason Chase, he told me he wanted to give me an unforgettable birthday.

I never expected that that would mean pressing me onto the icy ground and letting other men humiliate me.

I lifted my head with difficulty, trembling as I clutched at the hem of his pants.

I asked, "Jason… why?"

He looked at me with contempt and kicked me away without any hesitation. He said icily and ruthlessly, "Christine Light, this is for Lisa. I've been waiting a long time to avenge her."

I closed my eyes as my heart shattered into a million pieces.

Later, just as he wished, I decided to end my life. But then, he broke down in tears, begging me not to leave him.

"Jason, why are you doing this to me?"

Inside the private room of a bar, men's laughter filled the air. I lay sprawled on the icy floor, reaching out to clutch the hem of Jason Chase's pants.

I fought hard to get up, but I was pinned to the ground by a few men.

He bent down in front of me, looking at me with contempt. He sneered and said, "Christine Light, do you know that every single day I spent with you made me feel sick?"

My chest tightened at what Jason said. I did not understand it. We had been in a relationship for three years.

Jason had always been a gentleman. Why had he suddenly changed into this icy, ruthless stranger before me?

What I was even more confused about was that this man, who had always told me how much he loved me and how he wanted to spend the rest of his life with me, would suddenly hate me.

Tears started welling up in my eyes. With a catch in my throat, I asked, "Why are you doing this?"

He kicked my hand away ruthlessly and asked icily, "Do you still remember Lisa Shaw?"

Lisa Shaw?

I shuddered when I heard that name. Of course, I remembered her. Back then, she accused my brother, Charlie, of sexually assaulting her when she was drunk. She sent my brother to prison.

Then, she left the country.

What did this have to do with her? I looked at Jason in confusion.

He looked at me icily and, through gritted teeth, said, "Lisa was my girlfriend. Your brother lusted after her just because she was beautiful. He destroyed her. She couldn't bear the humiliation, so she chose to break up with me."

He snarled and said, "I lost the woman that I loved the most, and it was all thanks to your brother!"

I was taken aback, looking at him in disbelief.

He continued, saying, "So, Christine, let me be honest with you. I only got close to you so that I could seek revenge. I want your brother to know that hurting others comes with consequences. He cares about you the most, right? Then, I'm going to destroy you."

I froze.

It turned out that Jason did not get together with me because he loved me. He was just avenging his ex-girlfriend.

How silly of me to think that all his feelings for me were true. I was even planning our future together with him.

However, why did he have to choose that moment to do so? Of all days?

It was my birthday that day. I dressed up to the nines to meet him. I initially thought that he would celebrate my birthday with me. I never thought that I would fall into his intricately planned trap.

Perhaps Jason saw my confusion. He explained slowly, "Lisa was drunk in a bar on her birthday when that incident happened.

"Christine, I will let you have a taste of the suffering she endured. The pain that she went through."

How cruel!

A sharp pain shot through my heart. I looked around the room filled with men, and I was suddenly overcome with terror.

I could guess what Jason wanted to do to me. With a trembling voice, I begged him, saying, "Jason, seeing how we've been together for so long, please let me go. Please?"

He turned away, no longer wanting to look at me. He yelled, "Let you go? Why didn't your brother let Lisa go?"

Then, before I could say anything further, he gave the men a look. One man stepped forward and started to unbuckle his belt.

I was pinned to the ground as someone slowly lifted my long dress from behind. My exposed legs instantly prickled with cold.

Shrill screams and whistling sounds rang out beside my ears.

Amid the crowd's raucous laughter, a warm body suddenly pressed against me.

In that instant, it felt as though an electric current shot straight to the top of my head, leaving my scalp numb as humiliation peaked.

I struggled desperately, but it was all for nothing. In the end, I could only scream hysterically at Jason, "Jason, please! Get them to stop! I will die! I will really die!"

Perhaps hearing that I was going to die, Jason furrowed his brows and waved his hand, asking them to stop.

However, he did not plan on letting me go.

In front of everyone, he tore my clothes apart. Then, he picked up the camera and took many photos of me.

Before leaving, he grabbed me by the chin and, with a snicker, said, "Christine, you said you wanted a memorable birthday this year. I hope you got what you wished for."

At that moment, I completely lost it. All strength drained from my body as I covered my eyes and collapsed onto the floor.

That night, I scrubbed myself desperately in the shower, where I had been touched. My skin was scrubbed raw, but I still felt dirty.

Finally, I broke down and sobbed.

Our parents passed away early. Charlie and I had always looked out for one another.

Back then, he was on his way home from work and decided to help Lisa, but she accused him of wrongdoing.

She twisted the facts, producing some forged evidence to get Charlie into prison.

When I visited Charlie, he said that he was not afraid of being in prison. He was only worried that there was no one looking after me.

After Charlie was sent to prison, people often dumped trash at our doorstep, splashed paint on our walls, and scrawled vicious curses at us. Some even looked at me with lewd eyes.

I was always terrified to return home after work at night.

Later, Jason suddenly appeared in my life. At night, he would often follow behind me from a distance.

I thought he was someone with ill intentions. However, one night, a drunkard jumped out from the dark alley to have his way with me. It was Jason who chased him away.

To thank him, I asked him for his number.

Soon, we started getting to know each other better. He was handsome, kind, and gentle. I could not help but fall for him.

Later, we ended up together.

He would take me to work and pick me up from work, cook a feast for me, and accompany me to the rooftop to watch the moon.

He did not even mind that I had a brother serving time in prison, often accompanying me to visit Charlie.

I always wondered to myself how lucky I was to have met Jason.

That year, he asked me what I wanted for a birthday present. I told him that I wanted to spend an unforgettable birthday with him.

I thought that he would surprise me. It turned out it was more terrifying than delightful. He had planned his revenge for a long time, exacting it with precision.

Just when my love for him had reached its peak, he gave me a huge blow, sending me into the abyss of despair.

He must have loved Lisa a lot to endure everything and stay by my side for all these years, all for her sake.

After that incident that night at the bar, Jason completely vanished from my life.

The malice that surrounded me flared up once more, getting worse by the day. The neighbors who used to bully us continued dumping trash and spitting in front of our door.

Someone even splashed our door with paint while hurling slurs at me.

One night, on my way back home, a group of people dragged me into a dark alley and started beating me up.

Their punches and kicks rained down on me. After having their way, they spat on my face and yelled, "Like brother, like sister. Neither of you is good."

Under the dim streetlight, I crouched on the ground, clutching my head and sobbing uncontrollably.

One of them suddenly reached out and jerked at my clothes.

I was terrified.

While struggling, I accidentally slammed into a protruding stone in the wall. Blood streamed down my face.

At my most panicked and helpless moment, I never expected Jason to appear.

He walked over and towered over me condescendingly. I could not see his expression, but his tone was icy.

"Christine, you must be having a hard time recently, right? If you need someone to blame, blame it on your brother. You're suffering in his place."

I did not look up. My heart was crushed so badly that I could not breathe.

Raucous laughter rang around me once more, but Jason interrupted them, saying to me, "Christine, I will make you live in fear, just like this. I will make your brother, who's rotting in prison, understand that he owes Lisa. Forever."

Then, he left without looking back. The men who had tried to violate me left with him as well.

That night, I returned home in a daze. When I saw a pair of clay dolls on the table, tears instantly streamed down my face.

Jason and I had made those dolls in an arts and crafts store when we were still in love. He made me one, and I made him one.

I initially thought of placing our dolls in each other's homes as proof of our beautiful love, but Jason said he did not want to be away from me, so naturally, the dolls had to be together.

He placed both dolls in the most visible spot in my home.

He even said he hoped we could get married sooner, spending every morning and evening together.

Those vows still echoed in my ears.

Too bad the man that I loved had completely changed. Just when I was engrossed in my memories, my phone suddenly rang.

It was a call from my best friend, Jenny Swinton.

She sounded a little hesitant, but in the end, she asked, "Christine, did you see what's going viral on the Internet?"

I searched on social media and immediately saw the photos of me in various states of undress.

The photos that Jason took of me at the bar the other night.

It came with a caption.

[The brother's a criminal, and the sister's not any better.]

More than 10,000 people had liked the post and reposted it with countless comments.

[Girls these days no longer have any self-respect, messing around everywhere.]

[Well, we all know that she's selling her body for fast cash.]

[Look at her figure. She's not bad. I would like to have a go at her, too.]

The overwhelming tide of abuse left my mind completely blank. The world spun before my eyes, and I could no longer stand. I slumped to the floor.

'Jason Chase, how cruel you are.'