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Chapter 4
I was forcibly brought to the VIP hospital room.
“Finally ready to admit your mistake?” Knox sat beside the bed, looking at me with cold indifference.
My legs were still shaking uncontrollably from the electrical shock, the muscle spasins making each step feel like walking on knives. I had to lean against the wall to stay upright, black spots dancing in my vision.
“I’m sorry…” My voice was barely a whisper. “I shouldn’t have released your private photos…”
Vivian reclined against her pillows, tears still streaking her pale face. “Celia, normally I might let it slide, but what you did this time was too much. This kind of apology… I can’t accept it.”
Knox immediately leaned over to embrace her, his voice impossibly gentle. “What would you like her to do?”
“At the very least, she should kneel to show her sincerity.”
My head snapped up, but I met Knox’s glacial stare. “Get on your knees. Or would you prefer another session with the electroshock?”
Hearing the word ‘electroshock‘, my whole body trembled uncontrolled as my knees hit the floor hard.
“I’m sorry!”
Only then did Vivian let out a satisfied hum. “Fine, I forgive you.”
Walking out of the hospital room, I nearly collapsed from dizziness.
I leaned against the wall for a long time before I could drag myself away.
That evening, Knox brought Vivian back to our marital home.
“Vivian’s psychological state is fragile. She needs to stay here for a while,” he said flatly, as if discussing the weather.
I was too exhausted to fight. “Do whatever you want.”
After all, we were already going through divorce proceedings. Soon, this wouldn’t be my home anymore.
Knox frowned, seeming to notice something different about me.
Just as he was about to speak, Vivian tugged at his sleeve. “Knox, I’m hungry.”
“What would you like? I’ll have the staff prepare it.”
“It’s so late–don’t bother them.” Vivian smiled apologetically, but her eyes were fixed on me. “Celia’s right here. Why doesn’t she cook for us?”
Knox looked at me. “Didn’t you hear?”
How ironic–a legitimate wife reduced to cooking for my husband’s mistress.
I forced a bitterly smile and walked mechanically toward the kitchen.
The hot oil bubbled violently in the pot as I stared numbly at the rising steam.
“Is the hot pot ready yet?” Vivian’s voice suddenly came from behind me.
“Almost.” I didn’t turn around.
Vivian came closer to peek at the pot, then frowned. “Celia, is this all you’re making? There’s not nearly enough ingredients.”
Before I could respond, she suddenly grabbed my wrist and shoved my hand straight into the boiling oil!
AHHHHH!”
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Searing pain shot from my palm through my entire body. I struggled instinctively.
Scalding oil splattered everywhere as I finally yanked my hand free, my
skin was already red and blistering.
But Vivian had deliberately dripped some of the oil on her own arm, then thrown herself dramatically to the floor.
“What happened?” Knox came running at the sound.
Vivian immediately burst into tears. “Knox, I shouldn’t have asked Celia to make hot pot. I didn’t mean to make her angry enough to splash the oil on
me…”
Knox’s face went dark as he grabbed my wrist. “Are you ever going to stop? Did you not hear a word I said last time?”
I was ghostly pale with pain, holding up my blistered hand with shaking fingers. “Knox, look carefully–who’s hurt worse?!”
Saw my hands, Knox froze.
“I didn’t do it!” Vivian quickly defended herself. “Knox, she splashed me first, then hurt herself on purpose because she was afraid you’d be angry!”
“There are security cameras here. Just check the footage and you’ll see…”
My eyes blazed as I spoke each word clearly.
Vivian’s face changed, but before she could speak, Knox cut in sharply:
“No need to check! I trust Vivian wouldn’t do something like that.”
At his words, Vivian immediately relaxed, shooting me a triumphant, challenging look.
My heart felt like it was being torn in half.
Half from the burning pain in my hand, half from the much worse agony in my chest.
“Celia, you’re truly incorrigible.” Knox’s voice was ice–cold. “Since you enjoy using hot oil so much, let’s give you your fill.”
He snapped his fingers, and two bodyguards entered, grabbing my uninjured hand.
“No…” I struggled in terror. “Knox! You’ll regret this…”
Before the words were out, the guard ruthlessly plunged my hand into the boiling pot.
“АННННННН!”
My agonized screams echoed through the entire mansion.
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