My Husband Gave My Children to Another Woman

Chapter 6

When Jane regained consciousness, her head wound was swathed in gauze, the fabric already blotched with dark bloodstains.

Her hands were bound tightly behind her back.

Before her stood two white-coated figures advancing slowly, syringes in hand.

Jane instinctively recoiled, panic flashing in her eyes. "What are you doing?"

The white-coated men exchanged a smile, their tone so sinister it chilled her blood.

"Just giving you your treatment, of course. Ms. Cooper is being merciful. She insists on properly treating your mental illness. After all, you once did Mr. Wright a favor. We can't have you suffering like this forever, can we?"

The needle drew closer, then plunged straight into her skin.

Dizziness washed over her; her stomach lurched with nausea. She gagged.

"Let me go! I'm not mentally ill! Release me!"

But they showed no intention of stopping. Now holding an electroshock device, they edged toward her.

"Next, we'll begin electroconvulsive 'therapy.' Once your nerves are numbed, you'll stop hurting people."

She curled into herself, crawling toward the door with her last ounce of strength.

She opened her mouth to scream for help.

"Owen, save me—I don't want this treatment!"

As the door swung open, she glimpsed the scene in the adjacent room. Serena was perched on Owen's lap, arms draped around his neck.

"Owen, who do you really love? Are you still pining for that woman at home who gave you five children?"

Owen, as if moved by passion, pulled her into his arms, his hands wandering and stroking her back, his voice husky.

"Don't you know my heart by now? Marrying her back then was nothing but an accident. From the very beginning to the very end, the one I've truly loved is you." He paused.

"I've never regretted choosing you. Even if I had to do it all over again, I'd run to you without a second thought."

These words lacerated Jane's heart like a thousand knives.

Back then, she had defied her parents' vehement objections to be with him, resolute and unyielding.

She had married him in secret, and even when her family disowned her, she never regretted choosing him.

And all these years, she had endured the loneliness and the endless missing of him.

Even when she fell ill with a fever and had no one to care for her, she never burdened him, silently bearing everything alone.

With all her heart and all her hope, she had waited for him to return with his mother so they could properly build their little home together.

But as it turned out, it had all been nothing but her own wishful thinking.

All the strength to resist drained from her body. She was dragged back into that shadowed cell.

Electroshocks, struggles, being forced to eat leftovers... Mark after mark was ruthlessly carved into her body.

In the end, she couldn't hold on any longer and slipped into unconsciousness.

When she awoke again, what greeted her was Owen's face, which was exquisitely handsome, yet utterly terrifying and unrecognizable.

The same hand that had just touched Serena now stroked her face, coaxing her with false tenderness.

"You acted recklessly today. You shouldn't have done that. Thankfully, Serena forgives you. Just play along with the treatment charade for a few days, and by the way, you'll get to see the kids more too, won't you?"

Jane shoved his hand away. Something churned violently in her stomach; the disgust made her want to retch.

"Owen, do you have any idea what kind of demon that woman by your side really is? Do you truly believe she's such a pure person?"

At Jane's slander, Owen's face went sour immediately.

"Jane, I warned you—no more badmouthing her. All these years, if it weren't for her, I could never have held on until now."

He wouldn't say another word, turning on his heel and abandoning her in the room.

He never once noticed the puncture wounds and patches of bruising left on her arms from the ropes. But it no longer mattered to her.

She knew that Owen's heart hadn't been hers for a long time.

Curled on the iron bed in the dark room, Jane shut her eyes against the sounds of a man and a woman's moans.

She pressed her hands to her ears, fighting to keep her mind clear.

After seven days, they finally released her.

The sunlight, after so long without it, made her eyes burn.

Finally, freedom was within reach...

But halfway to freedom, suddenly, a hand clamped around her wrist in an iron grip.