He thought I killed my half sis so he married me as revenge As I was tortured to death, my sister came back..
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One month after my stepsister, Beth Walton, passed away, I married my would–be brother–in–law, Stanley Williams.
Everyone believed that I had manipulated events to take control of the Williams Corporation and caused Beth’s death, all to marry Stanley. Of course, Stanley believed it too.
I tried explaining, but no one would listen.
At our wedding, Stanley humiliated me, projecting photos of him and Beth in love on the screen. He even shouted my name during his vows.
He said, “Kelly Walton, since you were so desperate to marry me, I’ll make your life a living hell.”
And he did.
He forced me to entertain clients over drinks, broke my wrist on the anniversary of Beth’s death, and even caused the loss of our unborn child–all to avenge Beth.
I tried to escape, but I failed.
Stanley tortured me relentlessly, saying, “Kelly, your sins can’t be absolved, not even by death.”
In the end, I truly did die. And yet, Beth came back to life.
Surprisingly, Stanley grabbed my ash and sobbed like a madman.
“Get back to your room!”
Stanley gripped my chin so tightly I could hear the bone creak, the pain making my eyes water. I instinctively fought back.
“Let go of me!”
“Get back to your room. Don’t make me repeat myself!”
The seething hatred in Stanley’s eyes sent a shiver down my spine. Whenever he acted like this, things never ended well for me.
Summoning all my courage, I begged, “I’m not feeling well today. Could you-”
Before I could finish, he yanked my hair, threw me to the floor, tore my clothes, and towered over me.
“Kelly, who do you think you are, pretending to be Mrs. Williams? I only have one wife, and that’s Beth. Look at her!”
He forced me to look at a wedding photo, where the bride was Beth–her image photoshopped in.
Not long after Stanley proposed to Beth, she had a car accident and plunged into the sea. After two weeks of searching, they never found her body. The police concluded she was dead.
Everyone believed I caused Beth’s death because we had a terrible fight on the day of the accident.
The wedding photo had originally been taken with me, but in front of the staff, Stanley vowed to replace my face with Beth’s–just to humiliate me.
Now, as I stared at the altered photos and felt Stanley’s torment behind me, a sudden urge to laugh welled up inside me.
I laughed at my fate, at Beth…
Stanley froze when he heard me laughing.
“You’re laughing? If it weren’t for you, Beth wouldn’t have died in that icy sea. Everything you have now should’ve been hers.”
“Really?”
Fighting through the pain in my head, I forced myself to turn around. “Would you have treated Beth this way if she were alive? Would you have done to her what you’ve done to me these past two years?”
“How dare you compare yourself to Beth? Beth was the woman I loved most. I would’ve cherished her. You, Kelly, are nothing but poison–fit only for hell!”
“Stanley, you’re the real clown. You claim to love Beth, but look at what you’re doing. You’re the one who betrayed her the most.”
My words struck a nerve. I could hear his teeth grinding in fury.
“Kelly, you’re begging for death!”
His movements became rougher, more brutal.
The pain was overwhelming, cold sweat pouring from my body.
He was right–I did want to die. Only in death would I be free.
This house was a cage.
No one noticed me, but whenever I tried to escape or end it all, Stanley was there to stop me, to torment me even more.
After what felt like an eternity, Stanley finally finished and went to take a shower.
I lay there, lifeless like a broken doll. The sharp pain in my back was the only reminder I was still alive.
He didn’t care about me, yet he wouldn’t let me die.
< He thought! killed my half sis so he married me as revenge. As I was tortured to death, my sister came back
Earlier, the glass had shattered, and he had pressed me down into the shards, leaving my back bleeding heavily.
After he left, he ordered a servant to come and bandage me.
Grace Scott, the servant, teared up as she saw the injuries.
“How could Mr. Williams treat you like this? Your wounds are so deep, they’ll leave scars. Ma’am, please try not to anger him. You’re the one who will
suffer in the end.”
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Grace had been with me since I moved in.
Unlike the other servants, her only job was to cook, and she would leave every night.
Whenever Stanley hurt me, she was the one who patched me up.
My face turned pale from the pain, and I weakly whispered, “Between him and me, only my death will bring an end…”
Grace sighed, wiping away her tears as she finished dressing my wounds, and then quietly left.
Perhaps Stanley had tortured me too mercilessly, and combined with the pain in my back, I felt dizzy.
I seemed to see a younger version of myself.
The year I turned five, my mother, Marie Walton, and I had just moved into the Walton residence. My uncle, Frank Walton, had a daughter who was a year younger than me.
My mother told me that she was Beth, my sister, and that from then on, my name would be Kelly.
From that day forward, I gained a sister but lost my mother.
In my mother’s eyes, there was only Beth. To make Beth happy, she forced me to live in the basement and often denied me meals.
Even though Beth and I were in the same class, my mother only acknowledged herself as Beth’s mother.
When I was seven, I was beaten so badly by my mother that I ran away, even considering that death might be better than my current life.
But then I met an older man, and he gave me a reason to keep going.
He told me he would bring me food every day and look after me.
That good period only lasted for about a week.
The older man was going abroad, but before he left, he brought me two large bags of food and placed a jade pendant around my neck. “You must always remember me. When I come back, I’ll marry you and take you home with me. You’ll never be hungry again,” he said.
“What if you can’t recognize me?” I was heartbroken at the thought of him leaving.
He pinched my cheek and said, “That’s why you must always wear this jade pendant. No matter how much you change, I’ll recognize you as long as you have it.”
As his housekeeper led him to the car, he told me his name was Stanley.
I shouted after him, “Stanley, my name is Kelly! You have to come back and find me!”
But the car was already far away, and I didn’t know if he heard me.
Years later, Stanley did come back, but he recognized the wrong person.
