From a Simp to His Love

For seven years, I simped over Hector Weston, humble in his presence.

Fate turned and I became his fiancée.

But when the woman he loved broke her leg due to my push, Hector's wrath was fierce.

He shattered my fingers, banishing me to a mental hospital where I lived in a living hell.

He said that this was the only way for me to atone.

Later, I was deeply hurt and felt totally disappointed.

He, however, broke down. "Jenna, as long as you can be with me, I am willing to do anything!"

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The day I was discharged from the mental hospital, Hector Weston came to pick me up.

He leaned against the Bugatti Veyron and smoked, as charming as always. His silhouette was striking, chiseled with a rugged elegance.

As he smoked, he casually glanced at me and said, "Come here."

Once upon a time, whenever he gave a command, I would obediently follow him like a dog.

Even if he didn't say anything, I was still willing to follow him and stay by his side.

Everyone knew that I liked Hector a lot. I simped over him and was willing to do anything for him.

But now, when I heard his voice, I couldn't help but shudder, my back straightened.

I stood still in place, like a lifeless corpse.

When Hector saw I hesitated and didn't move forward, his face visibly turned cold. "What are you doing? Why don't you come over?"

"I... I will come. Don't hit me."

I had an illusion that I was hit by him and was in pain.

I went over to Hector as fast as I could. I almost rolled on the ground.

The director said that disobedient women would be punished.

The electric shock was really painful, so painful that my whole body was trembling. I trembled, rolled, and eventually became numb.

I forgot that I had been crippled in one leg due to prolonged torment in the mental hospital, and I suddenly fell to the ground.

But I, however, felt no pain and kept running forward.

I had to run faster. I felt as if there was an electric shock rod against my lower back.

As soon as the director pressed the switch, I would tremble and convulse.

Hector couldn't bear to see me like this anymore. He walked over in big strides and picked me up, stuffing me into the car.

I curled up, with cold sweat on my forehead. When Hector leaned over to fasten my seatbelt, I couldn't help but scream, "Don't hit me!"

Ouch, it hurt so much. It really hurt. Oh no, I had physical contact with Hector.

I was shameless and despicable. The director was going to punish me.

The painful experience in the mental hospital for six months made me instantly think of those unbearable pains.

The director wore a white gown and attached electrode pads to my head and body.

As she pressed the button, the current started flowing, and I trembled like a dying fish.

A high concentration of pepper spray was cruelly poured onto my wound, causing me to feel extreme pain.

Those unhealed small scars would be scraped open by a small knife before they healed. Fine needles pricked my fingers one by one. Then my fingernails were peeled off...

The director played the ...