Broken Wings (3)

A year had passed.

In the morning, when the first ray of sunlight shone through the curtains into the bedroom, the entire room was instantly filled with warmth.

Jenna kept a biological clock and she woke up on time at 6:30. The moment she opened her eyes, she saw the crystal chandelier above the center of the bedroom. She heard that it was decorated with diamonds. It was extremely luxurious. It was the first thing she saw every morning. So she would start her day, feeling unreal.

Her life had been as luxurious as this crystal chandelier with diamonds, and it was just as unreal.

This was her home, the only place she could stay in her life. Even though her marriage still looked like an illusion, when she woke up, she would find herself in it, so solid and real.

She was twenty-five.

She no longer remembered how it felt like to laugh heartily.

Jenna got up from the bed after a moment of fuzziness.

She picked up the clothes on the side and put them on.

Although the central air conditioning had kept the villa at a constant temperature all year round, she did not have the habit of walking around at home in her pajamas. She used to do it, but not anymore. She no longer needed to go out, so there was no need to take it off once she put on her pajamas.

Therefore, she gradually changed her habit of wearing pajamas. She began to wear ordinary clothes like ordinary people. After wearing them for a few more days, she would wash them and hang them to dry. Sometimes, when she looked at the coats hanging on the balcony, she had the illusion that she had gone out.

She couldn't remember how long it had been since she had walked out of this house.

Of course, it did not mean that she had no connection with the outside world. In fact, every time she went out, she was accompanied by her husband. If he did not ask her out, she would not go out. She knew that he did not like it and he would not allow her to go out alone.

She would not resist him, because she said "okay" to this kind of life. Sometimes she would think, "If time returns to the day I met him, will I make the same decision?"

The answer would be no.

When she met him, there was already no escape for her.

"Mrs. Hartman."

When she went downstairs, the servants greeted her respectfully.

Even now, she felt a bit nervous. How could she be the dignified Mrs. Hartman?

However, Edward had forced her to accept the title ever since they met. He was suggestive and Jenna could not see through him.

"Why me?"

She once asked him.

He saved her from a fire. After a full week of sleep, she woke up and saw a marriage certificate. She was completely shocked when Edward forced her to sign it.

"Marry me. I will clear your father's 30 million debt."

He said it seriously.

Jenna tried to struggle. She said, "I can work for you..."

He coldly interrupted her, "Many people work for me."

He raised his exceptionally handsome face and said casually.

"I have no interest in keeping a mistress. There is only one choice if you want to be my woman..."

He raised his hand and tapped his fingers on the table. His expression went extremely flirtatious in an instant. He added, "That is to become Mrs. Hartman."

...

Every time Jenna thought about it, she would shiver.

She walked downstairs and tried hard to shake off the bad memories in her mind.

"You have already compromised."

She always persuaded herself like this.

...

To be honest, except for taking her freedom, he had shown her mercy.

He would give her everything, even the most private items. But his meticulous mind made her fear as well. One day, when they were out, they passed by a razor counter in the mall. She shivered and it was barely visible, and yet he took notice.

So, the next day he arranged a memorial.

The memorial was for her mother. After Jenna's father had an accident, her mother committed suicide by slitting her wrist with a thin blade and died in the fire. She was twenty-three years old when she saw a pool of blood in the bathroom and that unspoken loneliness on her mother's face. For the first and last time, she knew what unspeakable pain felt like.

Oh, life.

Clearly, her mother had a lot to say, but she chose to hold it in forever.

Jenna never expected that two years later, it would be Edward who stood by her side and built her mother a grave.

When she walked down the marble cemetery, she said, "Edward, thank you."

He smiled faintly and leaned to kiss her lips. The charming face gleamed under the sun, making her head spin.

Then she heard his flat voice.

"You're welcome."

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