Three Years of Humiliation, Finally Got Revenge novel
Whats the most thrilling thing youve ever done in your life?
The comments were all over the place.
Some said having an affair, some said streaking.
Everyone was debating wildly.
I scrolled past without much interest.
Until a familiar profile picture caught my eye.
She was saying she had ruined a girls life with just one sentence.
That was my bosss fiance, young and beautiful.
She was kidnapped the night before the wedding, and my boss asked me to deliver the ransom.
I suggested waiting a few days, letting her suffer a bit so shed learn her lesson.
But she was useless; the kidnappers tortured her until she went insane, and she was sent to a mental hospital.
This is her third year in the mental hospital.
And I finally married my boss.
The word finally carried a smugness sharpened by years of planning.
Like a provocation arriving three years late.
The post went viral fast.
Her comment was soon pushed to the top.
Sophia Young posted a photo.
Hands clasped tightly.
Wearing the wedding ring, she designed for herself but never got to wear it.
I dont think I did anything wrong.
Even if I had a hundred chances, Id still make the same choice.
After all, in this world, only I deserve him.
Not some spoiled, crying little girl.
She recounted the hardships she shared with Lucas Lawrence.
She talked about how they propped up a company on the verge of collapse.
She talked about the nights they fought side by side, relying on each other.
But she never mentioned where Lucass startup capital came from.
Ethan hadnt gotten out of school yet.
While waiting at the red light, more than a dozen comments had already appeared.
Some scolded her for being shameless, saying that harming someone would never end well.
Some said I just had a weak mentality, and it wasnt her fault.
Even worse, some dug up her identity and found photos that once shocked the entire internet.
Seeing that blurry picture, I froze.
It felt like looking through a tear in time.
I saw myself three years ago, lost and desperate.
Stripped naked and thrown onto the street.
Walking bare into the medias spotlight.
A brutal contrast to Sophiaglamorous, standing proudly beside Lucas.
Although Lucas later tried everything to suppress the trending topic,
those humiliating moments are still permanently carved into the internets memory.
As I sighed, the light turned green.
I sighed again and drove on.
By the time I reached the next intersection, the comments were gone.
But on my phone, there was a message from five minutes ago.
Sophie, are you alright? The number was unfamiliar, and there was no signature.
But in this world, only one person calls me Sophie.
That person, and only that one. I paused for a moment, then chose to delete the message.
That concern came far too late.
Three years have passed.
Whether Im doing well or not is no longer his business.
The car kept moving; I no longer had time to look back.
Only sometimes, when leaves drift down,
would I think of distant memories.
Before I turned eighteen, I had never suffered even once.
I was the treasured daughter of the Carter family.
I had a chauffeur for everything, and a nanny to care for me every day.
Even my arranged fianc was the handsome and arrogant rising star of Newports elite, Lucas.
Back then, everyone said
Miss Carter was born lucky, the brightest jewel in the entire Newport social circle.
Until the night before the wedding, when I was kidnapped.
They demanded an outrageous ransom from my family.
The total reached a staggering 800 million.
But I wasnt worried at all.
My parents adored me, and Lucas insisted on marrying me.
Even if it meant draining their entire fortune, they would secure my safety.
At first, the kidnappers treated me somewhat politely.
Until the seventh day, when a bucket of cold water hit me awake.
They yanked my hair and kicked me to the ground.
Didnt your family say they couldnt afford the ransom? Then explain this!
I looked up.
On the TV screen was Lucass triumphant face.
He and Sophia were standing side by side, cutting a ribbon.
Behind them flashed a smug headline:
Congratulations, Mr. Lawrence, on your first milestone! Another 800 million invested in the new project.
Eight hundred million.
Exactly eight hundred million.
The kidnappers forced me to call Lucas one last time.
The call connected, but it was Sophias voice that answered.
Mr. Lawrence is busy. Is there something you need?
Oh, its Miss Carter. Mr. Lawrence doesnt have time.
Oh, come on, Mr. Lawrence, stop fooling around. The meeting is starting soon, and youve wrinkled your suithow will you face the reporters The call cut off, their flirtatious banter ending abruptly.
Lucas seemed to be making a silent announcement.
Between love and career, he chose career.
Between me and Sophia, he chose Sophia.
I stood frozen, unable to accept it.
I didnt notice the kidnappers expressions changing.
On the eighth day, the ransom still hadnt arrived.
The kidnappers broke my fingers as a warning.
Lucas didnt respond, didnt yield.
On the ninth day, the ransom still hadnt come.
They recorded my humiliation, threatening to destroy my reputation.
Lucas didnt reply, only issuing a company statement that afternoon:
The Lawrence Corporation will never bow to evil forces.
On the tenth day, my parents announced they were cutting off the investment and relocating overseas.
I became completely abandoned, stripped of the last shred of value.
The kidnappers were furious.
Their rage drove them to torture and degrade me with everything they had.
At that time, both they and I still clung to faint hope
That someone would come to save me.
But no one did.
While I was held captive, Lucas and Sophia grew ever closer.
News reports poured in.
The two attended countless events together, hosting grand celebrations.
They mingled and basked in the spotlight, thriving.
Every finance channel was buzzing.
Lucass investment was a huge success, and he was poised to become one of the richest men in Newports elite.
Ahead of him was a dazzling future.
Behind me, however, was a group of cruel demons.
They took out every bit of their anger and resentment on me.
Whips, daggers, branding irons, steel needles
They made me beg for death.
On the fifteenth day, I finally found a chance to escape.
I can no longer remember the obstacles and terrors along the way.
I only remember running and running.
Running until my legs went numb, until my wounds tore open again, until I was down to my last breath.
Just as I was about to collapse, about to despair, about to give up,
a melody guided me.
I no longer cared that I was naked.
I didnt care about dignity or shame; all I wanted was to survive.
But when I arrived at the scene, I saw Lucas taking Sophia to the countryside for charity work.
The setup was grand; reporters filled the place.
How ironic.
He had money for investments and charity, but none to rescue his fiance.
He had time for receptions and interviews, but none to save his fiance.
He basked in praise and applause, while I endured humiliation and torture in the hands of a monster.
I stood there, naked and stunned, like a misplaced clown.
I let everyone take in my dripping wounds.
In that moment, every spotlight fell on me.
Lucass face immediately darkened.
He didnt ask if I was in pain, didnt care what I had gone through.
He only said one sentence:
Wendy Carter, what are you doing?
Making a scene? Making a scene?
So all the pain and torture I suffered,
in his eyes, it was just a pointless tantrum to seek attention.
So my blood and wounds
were less important to him than dust on the ground.
I rushed to him, crying, asking why he hadnt saved me.
Why, why?
Im your fiance, your childhood sweetheart, your lifelong partner
Im pregnant
Before I could finish, Lucas cut me off without mercy.
He pushed my hand away in front of everyone.
He looked at me with a heavy, complicated expression.
Sophie, why cant you learn your lesson!
I had Sophia start negotiations as soon as we got the news. Once this phase passes, the money will be transferred.
You wouldve been fine anyway, so why put on this act?
How could anyone risk their dignity and life just to act?!
I stood there frozen, staring in disbelief at the man I had loved since I was young.
But even after my tears ran dry, Lucass expression didnt change.
He only vaguely blamed me for disrupting his charity event.
Eventually, I was wrapped in a blanket and taken away.
Sophia pretended to care.
She deliberately loosened her scarf, revealing hickeys on her neck.
Arent you curious why your parents didnt save you?
Isnt it strange that Lucas suddenly changed so much?
Because youre not the Carter familys daughter at all!
She told me her parents were nearly driven insane with worry the day they received the ransom letter.
They said they would spare no cost, even bankruptcy, to save me.
But Lucas stopped them.
He showed them a paternity test.
He said I was just a fakeswitched at birth by the nanny.
The real Miss Carter had already died from the nannys abuse.
Those words made her parents stop trying to rescue her.
The Carter familys cherished daughter
turned out to be a fraud.
Years of raising me made it impossible for them to let me go entirely.
But their hatred for their daughters death left them unsure how to face me.
After a long hesitation
They left me an 800?million?dollar dowry and entrusted me to Lucas.
They were actually kinder than I deserved.
They just never expected Lucas to be so ruthless.
He took that 800 millionher dowry, the money meant to save my life.
He invested it in his new project.
With that, he became the richest man in Newports social circle, with a limitless future.
He let me be tortured until I was barely hanging on.
That day, I cried every tear Id ever had.
I looked up, and Lucas was already standing before me.
He stood against the light.
I couldnt see his expression, but I saw the necklace around his neckmatching Sophias.
He lowered his head and said,
Sophie, I wont abandon you because of your wretchedness.
But remember thisyou have no family to return to.
If you want to marry me, if you want to become Mrs. Lawrence, you have to learn to be obedient.
Everyone said this was Lucas softening, showing goodwill.
He knew I was spoiled, knew my unbearable past.
Yet he was still willing to tolerate, accept, and forgive me.
That alone proved he loved me.
But that so?called love
sounded like a threat.
If it were the old Wendy, she wouldve raged, fought back, made a scene to the bitter end.
But after being crushed again and again by fate,
I was afraid.
I realized my life was completely in Lucass hands.
My future, my happiness, and sorrow,
all decided by him.
So I did as he wanted.
I learned my lesson.
At meals, I pretended not to see the elegant Sophia sitting across from me.
I silently swallowed whatever they put on my plate.
Even when my stomach was already sick.
Even when my heart was lodged in my throat.
I didnt dare show even a trace of irritation.
Because I was terrifiedterrified of that abyss of uncertainty.
Compared to the leaves and filth I ate while held captive,
forcing down the food in front of me was nothing.
I tried my best to play the obedient, docile wife, burying all my pride and temper.
But there was one thing I couldnt do.
I couldnt accept intimacy with Lucas.
Every touch, every breath against my skin,
dragged me back to those hellish fifteen days.
Back to those kidnappers crawling over me.
I was terrified.
Terrified of remembering.
Terrified of having those barely healed wounds exposed again.
Whenever Lucas came near and touched me,
I would shake uncontrollably.
Then scream and push him away.
Lucas didnt hit me as the kidnappers did.
He only looked at me coldly and said,
Sophie, havent you had enough?
I no longer had the right to be willful.
But I didnt dare speak, didnt dare meet his eyes.
I could only curl up in the corner, trembling.
My arms wrapped tightly around myself, clinging to the last shred of dignity I had left.
But the more I did this, the angrier Lucas became.
On my birthday night, he had been drinking.
He yanked me close, gripping my head and demanding, Speak! Why wont you speak?
Werent you the chatterbox, the one who clung to me every day? Now what are you pretending to besome pure, untouchable woman?
For that little incident last time, how long are you going to keep sulking?
Sophie, why cant you learn your lesson
That night, something seemed to set him off. He insisted on being with me.
He tore open my clothes roughly.
He grabbed my neck and kissed his way downward.
And in that moment, the fear I had worked so hard to forget surged back.
The mattress beneath me felt like an iron cage.
The man before me felt like a kidnapper.
The wounds on my skin seemed to tear open inch by inch, dragging me back to that endless hell.
I lost all reason, holding on only to the instinct to survive.
In a panic, I grabbed a vase from the corner and smashed it.
Sophia rushed over at the noise and saw Lucas covered in blood.
She frantically called the police and an ambulance.
As she cried while moving, Help! Someone help me! Wendy has gone mad, shes trying to kill someone!
And just like that, the police took me away.
Sophia produced the photo of me walking naked into the charity event.
She claimed I had long-standing mental issues and sent me to a mental hospital.
While the admission was processed, Lucas handled everything for me.
From cash and bank accounts to meals and daily needs.
Everything was arranged perfectly.
As he left, he glanced at me and said, Sophie, remember to be a good girl here.
Ill come pick you up when youre better.
But everyone knew I wouldnt be there.
By then, Lucas and Sophias affair had already become public gossip.
He needed an excuse to discard me, an unnecessary burden.
So I could only be labeled a madwoman.
Fallen leaves drifted down.
The school bell rang, snapping me out of my thoughts.
I looked up and saw a familiar figure.
Turning, I saw Lucas.
He seemed surprised, but also pleased.
He hurried through the crowd toward me.
Sophie, what are you doing here?
Why didnt you contact me after you were discharged? Do you know Before I could finish, a tiny, adorable little girl clung to my leg.
Mommy, why are you so late!
The kids at kindergarten had a bet today about whose mom would come first, and I lost again!
I pinched my daughters cheek, trying to think of how to comfort her.
But Lucass eyes reddened first.
He crouched down, staring at Ethan with disbelief.
This is your child?
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