A Despair Fall at My Brother's Wedding: Tales of a Female Prisoner

Josh Goldsmith is my husband, but he was misled by a seductress's false accusation of me.

He kicked me hard while I was pregnant and called me despicable.

Louis White is my brother, but he is going to marry the enemy who killed our mother.

He treats me with coldness and calls me a jinx, saying I should perish from the earth.

Even the two people I love sent me to prison, which was horrible.

After suffering torment in prison, my hope turned to ashes.

But now they regret doing that to me and beg for my forgiveness.

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"Prisoner No. 76, when you leave the prison, be a good person. Behave yourself. Otherwise, I have ways to let you pay for it!"

The female prison warden twisted my face and threatened me, staring at me with her fierce eyes.

Not satisfied, she further pinched my waist cruelly.

My waist thus turned purple. It hurt as if someone wanted to tear off my flesh.

I didn't dare to resist, only nodding frantically and shrinking my neck like a frightened bird.

Seeing my weakness and lack of self-esteem, the prison warden revealed her dark side and laughed arrogantly, "Little bitch, now you have been well trained. You are born to be damn lowly."

I stared at her blankly, like a puppet on a string. I did not react to her malicious attacks.

The prison warden clicked her tongue and then brought me to the prison gate.

The person waiting to pick me up was Josh, my ex-husband before I was imprisoned.

At the same time, he was also one of the two who sent me to prison.

The other was my biological brother.

Josh leaned against the car and lazily waved at me as if calling a dog.

Perhaps for him, I was just a shameful boot-licker dog without self-esteem.

But, even a dog could feel pain. After being taught a lesson, I was determined to leave him and dared not approach him again.

I stood still and dared not move forward. I will always remember how I was kicked hard while I was pregnant.

He called me despicable and said I didn't deserve to bear his child.

That day, I bled a lot, blood soaking my pure white dress.

But he laughed and said, "You made Sylvia miscarry, you poisonous woman. A woman like you will never be qualified to have children!"

What a curse! The physical pain in me is way less than the pain in my heart.

That day, I was on the verge of collapse.

Seeing me standing still, Josh frowned impatiently and said, "It seems like you've been doing well in prison. None of your bad habits have changed."

What does he mean that I've been doing well in prison?

Me with my flesh cut by a small knife, wounds soaked in salty and chili water, nails cruelly removed? And those strokes of spasms from the electric shocks, and my flesh festers under a whip...

And those terrible instruments of torture—the iron trap, needle bed, boning knife...

Thinking of those cruel punishments, I couldn't help but shiver all over.

Seeing me trembling uncontrollably, he burst out with disgust, "We are not home yet and you're acting up all this again? You're just as low as you were."

He was ir...