That night.
Scarlett Johnson slept restlessly.
She felt as if someone was pressing down on her, leaving her almost breathless.
A heavy, hurried breathing resonated in her ears.
Following that, an intense pain shot through her.
Realizing something, Scarlett Johnson opened her eyes in alarm, faintly seeing the figure of a man looming above her.
"Jackson, is... is that you?"
The man emitted a light "mm" from his throat, his body reeked of strong alcohol, after which, other than launching wave after wave of onslaught, he didn't make any further noise.
Recognizing the familiar voice, Scarlett Johnson heaved a sigh of relief. As the man's movements continued, she gradually got into the swing of things, unconsciously letting out a soft, seductive moan from her throat.
His onslaught became even more fierce, biting her lip in pain, she lost herself in this ambiguous atmosphere, as if she was floating amongst the clouds.
Finally, after three years of marriage, Jackson Black was willing to touch her!
Because she was the wife force-fed to him by his father, Jackson Black had never given her a proper look in all these years.
This time, no matter what his reasons were for coming into her room.
She was extremely delighted!
Two hours later, accompanied by a heavy grunt, Jackson, exhausted, collapsed on top of her. The moonlight from the floor-to-ceiling window outlined his perfect body proportions.
Scarlett Johnson could hear his heart beating rapidly against her, feeling so real yet like a dream.
If this indeed was a dream, she would rather never wake up.
She clung to the back of his neck mindlessly, breathless from the exertion. "Jackson... Jackson, I truly..."
She was about to say, "I love you," but before she could finish, she heard him murmur through his coarse voice,
"Jessie Baby..."
Scarlett Johnson felt petrified on the spot.
Her heart gave a hard throb, it felt like her blood was flowing backward.
Jessie Baby was the nickname for Jessica Harding, Jackson's past love, his moon and stars. She has been abroad all these years because of grandfather's arrangements.
But just yesterday, Jessica returned to the country.
And she sent her a provocative message.
"Scarlett, I'm back. There is no place for you in the Black family!"
"We grew up together, Jackson and I. Do you really think that you could replace me with your few years? Get lost, return to the orphanage. That's where you belong."
"Do you know how much Jackson loves me? Even if he's lying on your bed, he will definitely call my name. You are nothing but my understudy, Scarlett, it must not feel good, does it?"
Understudy?
She was the future granddaughter-in-law, chosen by the old man himself. The rightfully Mrs. Black, she is Scarlett Johnson! She is not anyone's understudy!
Beside her ear, Jackson was still muttering “Jessie, Jessie baby…”
Those mocking messages reverberated nonstop in her mind, each one exposing just how deluded she was!
Suddenly, tears welled up uncontrollably. Scarlett clenched her hand into a fist, her entire body trembling from the pent-up emotions.
All these years, she had been cautious and ingratiating, even quitting her job, willingly acting the part of Jackson's perfect wife.
The mother-in-law and sister-in-law in the old mansion looked down on her for her vague background, displaying an extreme disdain for the poor and love for the rich, repeatedly making things difficult for her and humiliating her. She didn't want to cause trouble for Jackson. She swallowed all of the insults herself.
Had she not humbled herself enough just to gain his love?
Why did he need to ferociously tear apart and trample on her remaining dignity?
The night seemed exceptionally long.
Scarlett kept her eyes open, sleepless through the night.
…
The next morning, Jackson was awakened by the dazzling sunlight through the floor-to-ceiling window.
He rubbed his eyebrows, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Scarlett sitting in front of the vanity, her back to him.
The absurdity of the previous night flashed through his mind. Realizing the implications, his dark eyes narrowed, and a chill arose around him.
Even though Scarlett was facing away from him, she could still distinctly feel the malevolence emanating from him.
Acting as if nothing was wrong, she continued to apply skin care products, but her wrist was suddenly gripped tightly and she was yanked up from her seat.
The skincare product in her hand hit the floor with a crash, the glass container shattering, and the white cream inside spilled all over.
Jackson raised her head in anger, but when her gaze met his infuriated and disgusted black eyes, her heart still quivered uncontrollably.
"Do you think that by resorting lowly tactics like drugging me, and making me touch you, you could actually become the real Mrs. Black?"
Jackson stood tall and aloof, almost grinding his teeth as he glared at her, his grip on her didn't loosen, instead, it tightened further.
His handsome face frightful because of the violent expression.
Drugging him?
Scarlett let out a pale, pathetic smile, "So in your eyes, I'm that kind of woman?"
Jackson curled his lips in mockery, his eyes full of intense disgust, "Weren't you the one who tricked my grandfather with your schemes to force me into marrying you, so don’t pretend to be innocent now."
"You, a woman whose bones are rotten, are not even comparable to a toenail of Jessie!"
Rotten to the bone, pretending to be innocent...
So this is how unworthy she's in his heart.
As for drugging him, if she had truly wanted to, she would've done it a long time ago, why would she wait until now? Jackson really does not understand her at all, does he!
How amusing that her dedicated efforts in these past three years have been for nothing!
As it turns out, there's no need for her to keep holding on.
Ignoring the pain from her hand that he was still gripping, Scarlett gritted her teeth and with a jerk, she fiercely shook him off.
Then she raised her head and said with a determined tone.
"Jackson, let's get a divorce."
