While I Was Bleeding Out, He Lit Lanterns For Her

As I lay on the floor of our manor, bleeding out from a ruptured ectopic pregnancy, I used my last ounce of strength to call my husband, Cole. I begged him for help, my vision blurring. But the only thing I heard was the clinking of champagne glasses and his mistress's giggle in the background. "Stop the drama, June," Cole snapped, his voice cold. "We're about to go on stage. Don't call again." He hung up, leaving me to die alone on the Persian rug while he accepted an award with another woman on his arm. I woke up in the hospital days later. My baby was gone. They had removed my fallopian tube. Cole finally arrived, smelling of expensive scotch and his mistress's perfume. He didn't hug me. He didn't cry. Instead, he leaned over my hospital bed, pressing his knee into the mattress until my fresh stitches tore open and bled. "You embarrassed me by calling an ambulance," he hissed. "My mistress, Alycia, says you're faking it. Clean yourself up." He left me bleeding again to go announce a $10 million donation to Alycia's "groundbreaking" medical research. I stared at the TV screen, numb. The research Alycia was taking credit for? It was mine. I wrote that patent years ago under a pseudonym. They thought I was just a poor, orphan housewife who needed Cole's money to survive. They had no idea I was actually a billionaire scientist hiding my identity. I pulled the IV needle out of my arm. A drop of blood fell onto the divorce papers I had been hiding. I didn't wipe it off. I signed my name right over it. Then I walked into the bank, reactivated my dormant account with $128 million, and bought the penthouse directly overlooking Cole's house. The mourning widow is dead. The avenger is born.

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"Miss, Ning Ziying has passed out. Should I continue to beat her?"

Two women in fine clothes were sitting high up in the Yunying courtyard of the Lord Protector's Manor scornfully looking at the thing huddled on the ground. It was so badly mutilated that it could barely be recognized as a human being. They picked up their teacups and slowly took a sip of tea.

One of them walked forward and brushed aside the matted hair. She said with affectation, "Sister Ying! Wake up, Sister Ying!"

Ning Ziying raised her dirty face, covered with mud. A few bloody cuts were visible where she’d been scratched by Ning Ziyan's nails.

"Sister Ying, don't hate your elder sister. It’s not my fault you had an affair. And to think, Brother Yuhang almost married a dirty woman like you..."

"Ning Ziyan!" she bellowed with difficulty, "it is you who had an affair with my fiancé and caused him to break it off with me!"

Ning Ziyan put her hand holding a hanky under her nose as if to block something dirty while she said with disdain, "Brother Yuhang and I are fond of each other. It's you who shamelessly messed around! At first, I took pity on you. Maybe we’ll let you become Brother Yuhang's concubine; the minister's mansion can afford a concubine to serve me drinks."

Looking at the perky Ning Ziyan in front of her, Ning Ziying felt a surge of anger, “this woman, who had secretly had an affair with my fiancé and even got pregnant out of wedlock, dared accuse me of the crime she’d committed herself! What a vicious woman! I treated her like my own elder sister!”

Beaten by the servants, Ning Ziying lost her consciousness and lay on the ground. All of a Sudden, she waked up, with her eyes full of hatred, grabbed at Ning Ziyan, and fiercely bit her hand with her bloody, teeth-broken mouth. She felt her teeth cut open the skin and become embedded in the flesh, where bright-red blood oozed out. She didn’t know if the blood was hers or Ning Ziyan’s, and she didn’t care.

Madam Ling, the Lord Protector's wife, had been sitting next to Ning Ziyan watching the fun. Now she rushed over to beat and scold Ning Ziying. But no matter how much pain Ning Ziying felt when her back and body were being beaten, she did not let up her bite. She stared straight at Ning Ziyan and bit her with greater and greater force.

A powerful male voice suddenly resounded among the noise.

"Bitch!"

The next moment, Ning Ziying was struck ferociously in the stomach. Caught off-guard, she flew back, smashing into a large stone by the pond! Blood sprayed from her mouth, staining the ground in front of her.

"How dare you hurt Yan'er! Throw this shameless bitch into the pond," Xia Yuhang said.

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