Give Me Your Life My Beloved Wife

The Scars She Hid From The World

REGINA MCBRIDE

The heavy iron gates of the Wilderness Correction Camp groaned as they released me after three years of state-sponsored hell. I stood on the dirt road, clutching a plastic bag that held my entire life, waiting for the family that claimed they sent me there for "rehab." My brother, Brady, picked me up in a luxury SUV only to throw me out onto a deserted highway in the middle of a brewing storm. He told me I was a "public relations nightmare" and that the rain might finally wash the "stink" of the camp off me. He drove away, leaving me to limp miles through the mud on a snapped ankle. When I finally dragged myself to our family estate, my mother didn't offer a hug; she gasped in horror because my muddy clothes were ruining her Italian marble. They didn't give me my old room back. Instead, they banished me to a moldy gardener’s shack and hired a "babysitter" to make sure I didn't embarrass them further. My sister, Kaleigh, stood there in white cashmere, pretending to cry while clinging to her fiancé, Ambrose—the man who had once been mine. They all treated me like a volatile junkie, refusing to acknowledge that Kaleigh was the one who planted the drugs in my bag three years ago. They wanted to believe I was broken so they wouldn't have to feel guilty about the "wellness retreat" that was actually a torture chamber. I sat in the dark of that shed, feeling the cooling gel on the cigarette burns that covered my arms, and realized they had made a fatal mistake. They thought they had erased me, but I had returned with a roadmap of scars and a hidden satellite phone. At dinner, I didn't beg for their love. I simply rolled up my sleeves and showed them the price of their silence. As the wine spilled and the lies crumbled, I sent a single text to the only person I trusted: "I'm in. Let them simmer." The hunt was finally on.

Modern Revenge Scheming

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"Help! Mrs. Xiao pushed Miss Song down the stairs!"

A servant's shout resounded through the whole mansion. Standing at the top of the stairs, Tracey Zhao stared at Jade Song, who was lying on the floor.

Jade was bleeding, and her forehead was sweaty, but Tracey saw that there was a smug smile on her lips as well. The next moment, however, it disappeared, and Jade whined, "Tracey, why did you do this to me? It's no use. Even if I die, Weston will never love you.

How can you be so vicious? I thought we were best friends!"

"I... I didn't..." Tracy started, but as soon as she opened her mouth to explain, she was interrupted by Amy, the maid. "You are really too vicious! Miss Song is so kind to you. How could you do that? I have to tell Mr. Xiao."

Amy took out her phone, but Jade stopped her and shook her head. "No, Amy. It's all my fault. I shouldn't have come here."

"Miss Song, you are too kind," the maid said.

"It's okay. It's none of your business anyway. Just don't tell Weston what happened," Jade said.

Just at that time, Weston's cold voice came from the doorway. "Don't tell me what?"

Weston Xiao was a strong, tall man, with a commanding presence. Slowly, he walked into the mansion, but when he saw Jade covered in blood, his eyes flashed with anger. He walked up to her and lifted her in his arms. "Amy, take Miss Song to the hospital," he said firmly.

In the commotion, no one noticed a blood-stained photo fall out of Jade's pocket. It fell to the floor slowly, landing in a small pool of blood.

In his arms now, Jade reached out and held onto Weston.

Her beautiful face was extremely pale, and her usually red lips were almost white. "Weston... Won't you come with me?" she asked pitifully.

"Good girl..." Weston said, kissing her gently on the forehead. "Amy, take good care of Miss Song. I have something to deal with, but I will be there as soon as possible."

"Weston, please don't be angry at Tracey. It's all my fault," Jade said, but when she saw Tracey rush toward the door, she lowered her head, trying to hide the hatred in her eyes.

She had always known how to provoke Weston's anger and direct it towards Tracey.

"Honey, you stay out of this," Weston said, his tone low and angry.

When Jade was gone, he turned around and glared at Tracey. His face was cold and merciless.

"Weston, please believe me. I had nothing to do with it."

Tracey tried to explain, but she knew her husband preferred Jade. He had been so tender with Jade just now.

But he had never been that gentle with her, even though they had been married for three years.

The moment she saw him with Jade, Tracey finally saw her husband's kind and gentle side, but she also realized that he had never shown it to her.

"I didn't push her. It was an accident."

She continued to explain, but her voice died when Weston grabbed her wrists tightly. Before she could react, her body was thrown down on the cobblestone path leading to the mansion. He leaned over and grabbed her chin, as if he wanted to crush her to pieces.

"Tracey, don't you see that you are ridiculous?" he asked. His voice was low and attractive, but it had no warmth whatsoever.

"You don't believe me," Tracey said softly. She wasn't surprised. She knew he wouldn't believe her, but she couldn't help feeling heartbroken.

"Believe you?" The cold aura that emitted from the man as he spoke was frightening. He continued, "You want me to believe... that Jade threw herself down the stairs just to frame you?"

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