Su Mosheng had just stepped out of the bathroom when she was thrown onto the bed with great force. The overwhelming scent of male hormones, mixed with the strong odor of alcohol, pressed down on her.
"Yiqian, please... please don't do this... not today..."
As her nightgown was torn off, she struggled desperately and cried out loudly.
"Slap—!"
A stinging slap landed on her face, leaving her dazed. Before she could react, the man pinned her down, rendering her immobile. A cold sneer echoed in her ear.
"Not today? Su Mosheng, what right do you have to choose today or tomorrow?"
Su Mosheng's face turned pale as she stammered, "Yiqian, I... I really..."
She didn't dare tell the truth, unsure if Mo Yiqian would let her keep the child if he found out she was pregnant.
Mo Yiqian's eyes were bloodshot, filled with rage. He impatiently snapped, "Su Mosheng, stop pretending to be chaste. It only disgusts me more."
No matter how she pleaded or struggled, Mo Yiqian seemed deaf to her cries. Without any tenderness, he forced himself on her like a wild beast, demanding without a trace of mercy.
"It hurts... Mo Yiqian, it hurts so much..."
The searing pain between her legs felt like tearing. Her nails dug into the bedsheet as she cried out, enduring the agony caused by his brutal actions with all her strength.
In their two years of marriage, every time Mo Yiqian took her, it was like a cruel punishment. She never felt any pleasure, only endless torment and pain.
"Hurts?" Mo Yiqian pressed the back of her neck, his lips close to her ear, each word dripping with hatred. "Do you think your pain compares to my mother being burned alive in the fire? Have you ever felt the pain of your skin being scorched inch by inch?"
"No! Yiqian, it really wasn't me! It wasn't..."
She weakly tried to explain, but Mo Yiqian showed no trace of pity. The pain in her most intimate area grew increasingly intense, almost pushing her to the brink of losing consciousness.
Su Mosheng lay on the cold floor like a broken doll, lifeless. She couldn't remember how many times Mo Yiqian had humiliated her like this. Logically, she should have been used to it by now, yet every time, her heart ached unbearably.
To outsiders, she was the glamorous Mrs. Mo, living a luxurious life that countless women envied. But no one knew that, in reality, her daily existence was worse than that of a prostitute.
"Take the contraceptive pill and get out of here!"
The man's icy words cut through Su Mosheng's heart like a knife. She couldn't help but tremble all over, clutching her abdomen desperately, unwilling to move.
Her unusual behavior made Mo Yiqian narrow his eyes slightly, his gaze fixed on her stomach.
Seeing that he seemed to have noticed something, Su Mosheng covered her belly and frantically tried to shrink into the corner. But Mo Yiqian yanked her forcefully, causing her to fall heavily to the ground.
A searing pain shot through her abdomen. She curled into a ball, clutching her stomach and moaning in agony. A stream of blood trickled down her leg, dripping onto the floor in a horrifying sight.
Suddenly, panic struck her as if she had realized something. She tightly covered her stomach.
"Yiqian, take me to the hospital! Please, save our child..."
She hunched over, not daring to move, hoping it would slow the bleeding.
When Mo Yiqian saw the pool of blood on the floor, anger surged in his eyes.
"A child? You took the pill every time after we were done. How could there be a child?"
He crouched down, gripped her chin, and forced her to look up at him. Coldly, he said, "Su Mosheng, you're something else. Now you're scheming against me? You killed my mother, yet you dare dream of carrying my family's heir? In your dreams!"
The pain in her stomach grew increasingly intense, and beads of sweat dripped down her face as her complexion turned paler. Su Mosheng struggled to grab Mo Yiqian's hand, her voice weak as she pleaded, "Yiqian, believe me... I really didn't start that fire..."
"Believe you? It's because I trusted you too much that my mother died!"
Mo Yiqian spat these words through gritted teeth, then kicked her away with brutal force. The impact felt like it shattered her insides, but she could only endure the pain in silence.
There was no way she could refute the death of Mo's mother!
Two years ago, at Mo Yiqian's request, she had gone to the Mo family's old house to accompany his mother, who was recovering from a leg injury. Unexpectedly, a fire broke out in the house. She had carried Mo's mother on her back, trying to escape, but couldn't find the exit. Afraid of holding her back, Mo's mother had pushed her out of a second-floor window, sacrificing herself to the flames.
To Mo Yiqian and the Mo family, she was indeed a sinner.
Mo Yiqian grabbed her by the throat, his eyes bloodshot, his grip tightening as if he wanted to strangle her to death. "Su Mosheng, why wasn't it you who died in that fire?"
His words were like icy daggers, brutally slicing open Su Mosheng's heart, leaving it bleeding and raw.
She, too, wished it had been her who died in the fire. If it had been her, perhaps Mo Yiqian would still be the man who cherished and adored her, the one who held her in the palm of his hand, rather than the demon who now hated her to the core and tormented her daily.
Su Mosheng no longer expected Mo Yiqian to save her child. She struggled desperately, but suddenly, the pressure on her neck loosened. Then, Mo Yiqian's cold voice rang out, "Strangling you to death would be too merciful. Didn't you want to go to the hospital? Fine, I'll take you there."
What was he planning to do to her?
The ferocity in Mo Yiqian's gaze made her tremble uncontrollably. Instinctively, she wanted to escape, but she was no match for his strength. He forcibly dragged her to the hospital.
Su Mosheng's breath hitched, and a dense wave of fear washed over her.
As she was wheeled into the operating room, she clearly heard Mo Yiqian's cruel command: "Prepare an abortion procedure immediately!"