Trapped By Tainted Love

Chapter 1: Rebirth And Divorce

“Rachel, how dare you drug me?”

The man lying on the bed looked furious; his black eyes were blazing with anger.

Shelia Davis took a deep breath and felt a searing pain.

She managed to open her eyes and saw a man lying on top of her.

‘What the hell is going on? I…’

“Let go of me!”

She struggled to escape the man’s hold and began thrashing him.

But the more she resisted, the more violent the man became.

“Don’t play cat and mouse with me! Isn’t this what you’ve always wanted? Commit suicide and threaten me? Huh? Well, I can help you!” the man roared.

The man clasped her arms and legs, leaving no chance for her to escape. She gritted her teeth without saying anything as the metallic taste of blood filled her mouth.

About an hour later, the torture finally came to an end.

The man got out of the bed and put on his pajamas. He cast a cold glance at the pitiful woman on the bed and scoffed at her. “Why are you crying? Have I not satisfied you?”

Holding back the tears and enduring the humiliation, she grabbed the quilt and wrapped it around her.

She looked at him and sneered. “Satisfied? Your small dick made me feel nothing.”

“Go to hell!”

The man darted toward her, and the blue veins stood out on his arms. He grabbed her neck and squeezed it hard.

Her face turned red, and she couldn’t breathe.

She grew dizzy and felt suffocated. Instinctively, she grabbed the man’s hand, trying to push him away.

“Help! Help!”

didn’t want to let go of her. He

and her vision grew

butler opened the door and rushed

face drained in an instant.

the man hissed through his teeth.

failed to pull the man’s arm away. He kneeled beside the bed and begged anxiously, “Mr. Sullivan, if she dies, your

‘Grandmother?’

Victor Sullivan loosened his grip on her and

wish, the woman before

push Victor away. She sat up quickly and leaned against the headboard, coughing

“Mr. Sullivan, aren’t you going to divorce Mrs. Sullivan today? You will never see her again. For the

Victor quickly calmed

the papers and get out from here. I don’t want

out, slamming the door, making it rattle against the hinges. Shelia clutched her chest, trying to

looked down, trying to comprehend what was going on. Her heart leaped to her throat, and her

on?

However, to her utter dismay, there were no women’s outfits in the closet. Only white shirts and black suits were hanging in

too large for her. The bottom of the pant legs

was still sore, and her temples were throbbing.

 

the memories that didn’t belong to

while, she opened her eyes. She tried recalling the memories of the

no longer Shelia Davis. She

and her father was a loser and a playboy. Rachel had loved Victor

then, a knock on the door snapped her back to

you inside?” asked

“Who is it?”

man opened the door, holding a document

quickly racked her mind and matched the name in her memory with the man in

over the document and a pen expressionlessly. “This is the divorce

at the papers in his hand. It had only taken an hour for Victor to prepare a divorce agreement. It

to the last page, and scribbled

pen and returned the agreement to

with astonishment. He didn’t think Rachel would sign the papers. Before asking him to send the agreement, Victor had said

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