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Wu Ming goes out every day and comes back very late. I asked him what I used to do. He replied, "I was a Housewife." I fell silent and didn't say anything more. He said I was a Housewife, so I must not have had any friends before. I took out my phone, and indeed, my contact list was completely empty, except for Wu Ming's name.
Wu Ming treats me well, at least on the surface. He reminds the servants every day to make nourishing soup for me, tells me to take my medicine on time, and to dress warmly when it's cold. But I don't feel touched at all. On the contrary, I feel an overwhelming sense of resistance and fear. I realize that he has locked me away.
There are surveillance cameras around the villa; I can't get out, and no one can come in. Every day, I only face those expressionless servants and the hostile Wu Liang. When Wu Liang is home, he constantly provokes me.
"Crazy woman, are you deaf?"
"I said get out of my house; can't you understand human language?"
"I really don't know why my dad married you, you have no figure and no looks."
Wu Liang's words are sharp, and each time they make me tremble with anger. But he never seems to care; instead, he finds it amusing. Wu Ming occasionally scolds him a few times, but it's just verbal warnings with no real action taken. I don't know how Wu Ming educates his children, but I don't think he is a competent father.
Wu Liang is not afraid of Wu Ming; he can even say to me in front of Wu Ming, "Don't think you can replace my mom; I will never acknowledge you as my mother!"
"Stop dreaming. You're just a tool for bringing joy, do you really think you're the mistress of this house?"
My face turned pale, and my hands clenched tightly, nails digging deep into my palms.
Wu Ming silently glanced at me, his expression unreadable.
I couldn't believe that Wu Ming would allow Wu Liang to insult me like this.
"Wu Ming..." I couldn't help but speak up, hoping he would say something.
But he just sat there quietly, not uttering a word.
My heart gradually sank.
I couldn't expect Wu Ming to stand up for me.
Wu Liang seemed pleased with my frustration, smirking provocatively before turning to leave.
That night, as I lay in bed, I couldn't sleep, thinking about what Wu Liang had said during the day.
He claimed I was merely a tool for bringing joy.
I didn't understand—who was I bringing joy for? Was it for Wu Ming?
But if that were the case, why was he so indifferent towards me despite being with me?
Questions swirled in my mind, refusing to dissipate.
After pondering for a long time without finding clarity, I drifted into a restless sleep.
In the middle of the night, I was suddenly awakened by a nightmare.
In my dream, I was covered in blood, standing on a pitch-black road.
Surrounding me was darkness, with not a glimmer of light.
I looked around in confusion, unsure of where I was.
Suddenly, a blinding white light enveloped me.
Instinctively, I closed my eyes as a piercing screech of brakes filled my ears.
I jolted awake, sitting up in shock.
Outside the window, the moon shone brightly amidst sparse stars, casting cold light onto the windowsill.
I was gasping for breath, still shaken. Wu Ming was not by my side, and I glanced at the time—it was three in the morning. I couldn't sleep, so I got up and walked to the window, staring blankly at the night sky.
At that moment, I noticed a faint light coming from the garage downstairs. Curiously, I leaned down to take a look and saw Wu Ming sneaking out of the garage, holding a black bag. He looked around to make sure no one was watching him before quickly heading deeper into the garden.
My heart suddenly raced, a sense of foreboding washing over me. What was Wu Ming doing? What was in that black bag?
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