7
When I woke up, I was in the hospital. And
there was a strong smell of disinfectant in the
air.
When I saw Hector, I couldn’t even believe it
was the same man.
The usually decent person was in wrinkled
clothes now and had not shaved his beard.
Hector had always been careless. But he had
bloodshot eyes at this moment, and they were
filled with sorrow.
What was he sad about? Was he sad for me?
I couldn’t even imagine it.
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I didn’t think Hector liked me. He liked
Gemma.
After all, I had been by his side for seven
years. But I still couldn’t influence him with
just a few words. But Gemma could.
“Mr. Weston, Ms. Binkley … has been
diagnosed with stomach cancer and doesn’t
have much time left.”
The doctor lowered his head timidly. It took
him great effort to say those words.
Hector grabbed the doctor’s collar like an
enraged lion.
“I’ve told you. Find a way to cure her! I don’t
care what it will cost!”
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The doctor was in a white coat… A white
coat…
The director always wore a white coat when
she mercilessly beat me and gave me electric
shocks.
Seeing the doctor in front of me, I couldn’t
help but scream, “Help! I am sorry. I am a
disgusting woman. I will be good. I will stay
away from Mr. Weston! Don’t hit me!”
I took many lashes. Whip, whip, whip…
The current switch was turned on. Buzz buzz
buzz…
It hurt so much! It was really painful!
I jumped off the bed regardless of the
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intravenous needle in my hand.
I assumed the familiar position of begging for
mercy, kneeling on the ground like a dog.
“Ma’am, I am sorry! Please forgive me! I won’t
compete with Ms. Madsen for Mr. Weston
again!”
I knocked my head hard on the ground. I
didn’t stop even when my forehead had
turned purple.
“I am despicable! I am despicable! I don’t
deserve to like him!”
“Jenna, stop it. It’s okay, Jenna. No one can
hurt you now.”
Hector was shocked. He forcefully pulled me
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into his arms, preventing me from self-
harming.
He gently patted my back, as if comforting a
child. And he said, “Jenna, it’s all right. You
are safe here.”
Seeing my tears streaming down my face, he
was heartbroken and regretful. “Jenna, I am
sorry. But don’t worry. From now on, I will
always be there for you and protect you.
“I will find the best doctor and cure you.”
But I felt nothing when I heard his confession
and promises.
I no longer believed Hector.
I told him that I didn’t have mania and didn’t
push Gemma.
But he broke my finger, destroyed my dream,
and sent me to a hellish mental hospital, all
for the sake of Gemma.
When I was enduring humiliation and
expecting his protection, he was with Gemma.
He was Gemma’s hero, not mine.
When I plucked?up?one’s?courage to ask for
help, he heartlessly pushed me away and
mockingly said that it was my little trick.
I didn’t want to be cured at all.
I just wanted to be free.
My body had been damaged. And my spirit
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was destroyed.
