Five years without pregnancy means you're too weak; I remarried a powerful man and had triplets

Frightened, Shen Zhiyi scrambled to her feet and tried to run out the door.

However, Xu Zhesheng was a step ahead of her and pulled her back by grabbing her clothes.

His hand was like a red-hot iron, gripping Shen Zhiyi's wrist tightly and pressing it against the side of the pillow. His knuckles turned a horrifying bluish-white from the force. His other hand pressed down on her shoulder, pinning her firmly between the mattress and him.

His breathing was heavy, and his hot breath brushed against her earlobe, but there was no tenderness in it, only a burning, malevolent aura from his obsession.

Shen Zhiyi was in so much pain that cold sweat instantly soaked the stray hairs on the back of her neck, but she gritted her teeth and remained silent.

She first bent her knee and pressed it hard against his ribs. Xu Zhesheng groaned and loosened his grip slightly. She immediately turned her head away from his face and bit his tiger's mouth until she tasted the strong rusty flavor before letting go. Taking advantage of the moment he was in pain, she desperately reached for the pillow with her fingertips.

My phone lit up for a split second, and then I left it there.

"You sure know how to bite!"

Xu Zhesheng hissed, the madness in his eyes replaced by a furious crimson. He gripped her wrist and shook it, threatening her fiercely.

"Even if Lu Zichuan comes today, you still have to stay put! Everything about you belongs to me! Your first kiss, your first time, every sensitive spot was discovered by me, you can only be mine!"

His hands, bearing the burning marks of the brand, roamed roughly over her body.

Every inch of skin touched felt like it had been doused with scalding sulfuric acid. The intense pain and nausea forced Shen Zhiyi to let out broken moans from deep in her throat.

This faint sound of resistance was like a raging fire thrown into dry wood, completely igniting the madness in his eyes, and his actions became increasingly brutal and tyrannical.

"Xu Zhesheng! Let me go! This is rape!"

Shen Zhiyi screamed hoarsely, fear washing over her like ice water.

Xu Zhesheng chuckled and easily pinned her wrists above her head with one hand. With the other hand, he tore open his collar, revealing his muscular chest and sharp abs sculpted by years of fitness training. Under the dim light, his body, which should have been full of powerful beauty, now only inspired fear.

He leaned down, his hot breath on her pale face: "Rape? Don't forget, we're still in the cooling-off period for divorce. With just one word from me, this divorce won't happen. What kind of rape is this between husband and wife?"

His rough thumb gripped her chin tightly, forcing her to look at his distorted face. His tone was filled with malicious mockery: "What, now you know to remain chaste for Lu Zichuan? Shen Zhiyi, have you forgotten... how in sync we used to be?"

Tears streamed down Shen Zhiyi's face as she desperately pleaded, "I beg you... please don't do this..."

Seeing the streaks of tears on her face, Xu Zhesheng's movements actually froze.

That fleeting, complex emotion was quickly swallowed up by a deeper excitement.

He reached out and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, his fingertips caressing her trembling skin. His tone softened abruptly, yet sounded even more eerie: "Don't cry... You know, I can't stand seeing you cry."

The phrase "Don't cry" is like a key, suddenly prying open the floodgates of memory.

Shen Zhiyi recalled that stormy night three years ago.

She had acute gastroenteritis and was in so much pain that she was curled up in bed trembling. She made more than a dozen phone calls to him.

He finally returned reeking of alcohol. When he saw her tear-streaked face, his first reaction wasn't pity, but rather an extremely impatient frown: "Crying again? Aren't you annoying?"

Despite his scolding, he clumsily rummaged through the medicine, poured some warm water, and shoved it into her hand, grumbling, "Take it! Go to sleep! You're so noisy!"

His words to coax her were clumsy and hurtful, but his actions ultimately carried a hint of awkward concern.

On another occasion, she spent three days and three nights editing a video, but the final product was unreasonably rejected by the investors. Exhausted, she broke down and silently wept in his arms.

He froze, like a stone, awkwardly patting her back, his tone stiff: "...Is it really that big of a deal? It's just a film. Next time I'll have them do it your way."

That night, for the first time ever, he didn't go back to his own room to sleep. Instead, he held her stiffly all night until her crying gradually subsided.

In those years, she learned to hide her tears from him.

Because of his irritability, because of his question, "Will crying solve anything?", and more importantly, because most of the time, her grievances were insignificant in his eyes.

She processed too many emotions alone, only letting a trace of them slip out when she was on the verge of a complete breakdown.

Whenever that happens, he always falls into a state of helplessness and panic, trying to soothe the situation in the most clumsy way, even though those methods often backfire.

At this moment, the feigned tenderness at his fingertips, the familiar "Don't cry," overlapped with those awkward, disdainful comforts from my memory.

But this overlap only froze the blood in her body.

Because now, his eyes no longer hold the helplessness of the past, but only the twisted pleasure of controlling everything.

As if sensing her feelings, Xu Zhesheng's lips almost touched her earlobe, his voice low and devilish, "I will still soften when you cry... but this time, you have to learn to be obedient first."

Shen Zhiyi trembled violently, not from fear, but from utter despair and heartbreak.

She finally understood that the man before her was no longer the husband who would clumsily comfort her when she cried, but a monster in the guise of the past, intent on utterly destroying her.

She stopped begging and just bit her lower lip hard until she tasted blood. With all her might, she nailed the last bit of her consciousness and dignity to her eyes.

Taking advantage of the moment when he thought she had lost all means of relaxation, Shen Zhiyi's eyes flashed with a cold light, and she slammed her knee, which she had gathered all her strength into his most vulnerable spot!

"Ugh!"

Caught off guard, Xu Zhesheng let out a painful roar, and the force that had been binding her like an iron clamp instantly dissipated.

He curled up, clutching his sore spot tightly with both hands. Large beads of cold sweat instantly appeared on his forehead, and his face turned ashen. He collapsed to the side in a disheveled state.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Shen Zhiyi broke free from under him, her whole body trembling uncontrollably. Her fingertips touched her phone with icy coldness, and she almost spasmed as she pressed the dial button.

However, as soon as the phone rang for the first time, a large hand, its face contorted in pain, swung out and easily snatched the phone away, slamming it to the ground!

Xu Zhesheng, his eyes bloodshot with pain, pounced again like an enraged beast, forcefully pressing Shen Zhiyi, who had just gotten up, back onto the bed.

He used his weight and brute force to completely suppress her struggles, and with his other hand he roughly grabbed her collar and ripped it to both sides.

"Rip!"

The piercing sound of the fabric tearing was exceptionally clear in the deathly silent room.

Large swaths of snow-white skin were exposed under the dim yellow light, the crisscrossing red marks on them proof of the earlier scuffle, but now, in his eyes, they transformed into a shocking temptation.

"Don't be afraid... Zhizhi..."

He was breathing heavily, his hot breath brushing against her sensitive ear, yet his voice was deliberately gentle, like a lover's murmur, but the content was chilling: "Weren't we...perfect partners before? Hmm?"