"Unfortunately, you're putting on such a pathetic show. Do you really think I'm a fool who would fall for it?"
Veronica wiped away tears and said softly, "Vivian, you don’t have to do this."
"You’re making a fool of yourself. You’re losing your own dignity and embarrassing Damien, too."
"I promise from now on, I won't argue back even if I'm scolded or hit. Please, don’t make Brother Damien angry anymore."
She reached out to help me up.
Terrified, I shrank back, screaming, "Don’t come near me!"
I was even more afraid of women touching me than men.
Because on more than one occasion, when guests at the Women's Virtue Class were caught by their wives, it was us who paid the price.
In order to calm things down, the Women's Virtue Class pushed me out, claiming that I was restless and seduced men in private.
The wives were furious and took their anger out on me. They stabbed me with needles, burned me with lighters and stomped on me with high-heeled shoes.
I carried deep psychological trauma because of them.
I was scared.
I was truly scared.
At this moment, I had only one desperate thought. Damien belonged to Veronica and I did not dare to try to take him away again.