Loving you is my eternal agony carved in bones

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After Lucas Vincent's First Love gave birth to a stillborn baby again,

He insisted that my three-year-old daughter was born with bad luck, which was why the baby boy in her belly died.

The next day, the daughter was tied to a cross and covered with steel spikes.

A total of 299 pills, and the last one pierced her heart directly.

Looking at my bloody daughter in the video, I broke down and cried out of fear:

"Lucas, you bastard! She is your biological daughter, how can you be so cruel!"

Lucas pinched my jaw and said with disgust:

"If they hadn't forced me back then, you wouldn't be worthy of giving birth to my child!"

"Now we just want her to bleed her brother, why can't she bear it?"

Seeing him so indifferent, I could only kneel on the ground and beg.

But Lucas couldn't wait to pick up First Love and go into the room.

That night, my daughter's painful moans became the tonic for his orgasm, and I listened to them the whole night while being restrained by the bodyguards.

The next day, Lucas finally came out satisfied and threw me a bunch of keys.

"Go ahead, tell her to pray that Isabella's baby is safe this time, otherwise next time the punishment won't be as simple as hammering nails."

I crawled towards the Storage Shed, but when I opened the door I saw a dead body that had already stopped breathing.

I rushed my daughter to the hospital frantically, and Arthur Vincent, who received the news, arrived in time.

I fell to my knees before him and begged:

"The child is dead, please let me go. I have already paid back what I owed to Vincent Family with my life."

Arthur froze and looked at the red light at the door of the operating room:

"What on earth happened! How could the child be injured so badly?"

I looked down at my hands that were stained with my daughter's blood. My throat felt like it was stuffed with a sharp stone. It was stuck and swollen, and I couldn't utter a single coherent syllable.

Seeing me like this, Arthur's eyes were full of pity, and he could only comfort me:

"Don't worry. I have arranged for the best doctor to come in and check Emily. She is our Vincent Family's child. She will definitely be lucky..."

But before he could finish, the doctor cruelly shattered his last glimmer of hope.

"I'm sorry, we've tried our best."

"The child was already dead when she was brought in. We removed all the steel spikes from her body, 299 in total. She was in so much pain that she died!"

"It's so cruel! Who on earth could be so cruel to a three-year-old child?"

Hearing this, my legs went weak and I collapsed to the ground.

I can't say that the culprit is the child's biological father...

Just because he wanted the baby in First Love's belly to be safe and healthy, he killed his own daughter with his own hands.

When I thought of my daughter being nailed to the cross in a spread-eagle position,

When I think about how she was tortured to death...

My heart ached so much that it felt like it was about to explode, and I couldn't breathe.

Arthur was also so angry that he stamped his feet:

"Beast! This beast!"

"How could he do such a stupid thing! Don't worry! I'll make him come over here and apologize to you and Emily right now!"

Arthur took out his cell phone and was about to call Lucas.

But I stopped him, "Don't fight, it's useless."

I once naively went to Arthur to seek justice.

What he got in return was Lucas's even more crazy revenge.

I remember the first time, it was not long after I gave birth to Emily. He brought a drunk Isabella Rossi home and asked me to make sobering soup for her.

Just because the temperature was a little bit higher, he poured the whole bowl of soup on me and made me stand outside the door all night.

The next day, Arthur came home and saw the burns on my body. Without saying a word, he asked Lucas to come back and kneel down as punishment.

He did so.

But after Arthur left, Lucas grabbed my jaw tightly and said, "Okay, Sophie Evans, you are quite capable. You have learned to complain!"

"I'm telling you, don't think I can't do anything to you just because you have Arthur's support. I have plenty of ways to deal with you!"

That night, he made me kneel on the balcony with my baby who was less than a month old, and listen to him and Isabella's passionate lovemaking all night long.

The next day, my daughter had a high fever and developed pneumonia.

As a result, I developed back pain.

After that, no matter what excessive things Lucas did, I never mentioned it to Arthur.

What's more, Emily is dead now, and asking him to come over would only offend his daughter.

While I was deep in thought, the nurse came to us pushing my daughter's bed.

With trembling fingertips, I lifted the white cloth covering her body.

There was not a single piece of intact skin on the body that had not yet fully developed, and blood was even oozing out of the holes.

I reached out my hand to touch her, but I didn't know where to put my hand.

In the end, he could only throw himself on his daughter and scream heartbreakingly:

"Emily! Mom is sorry for you!"

"Don't go, don't leave mom alone, please, I beg you, please!"

People around me looked at me with pity. Arthur wiped his tears and tried to snatch the white cloth from my hand.

"Sophie, please don't do this. Emily in heaven would be sad if she saw this."

But no matter how hard he pulled, I refused to let go, leaving a bloody mark on the quilt.

It wasn't until the doctor injected me with a sedative that I lost my last bit of strength, closed my eyes, and passed out.

When I opened my eyes again, I was lying on the ward, and Arthur was sitting next to me. He seemed to be a few years older.

I closed my eyes, tears silently falling:

"My child is gone, please let me go. I have already paid back what I owed to Vincent Family with my life."

Arthur was reluctant, but he finally nodded.

"Sophie, I was selfish and kept you in Vincent Family for so many years. I have wronged you. I will have someone notarize the divorce agreement for you."

"As for Emily..."

Before he could finish, I interrupted him:

"I want to take it away."

Emily has suffered too much in her life, there is no way I can let her stay in Vincent Family.

Arthur nodded, "Okay, then let Emily come with you. The child will be cremated tomorrow. After the cremation, I will have someone buy you a plane ticket to go abroad."

"Good boy, go live your life."

After saying that, Arthur hunched over and turned away.

The tears that I had been holding back in my eyes could no longer be held back and burst out.

Old memories also came to mind.

Lucas and I were not supposed to have any intersection.

My parents died ten years ago, and it was Arthur who found me and funded my college education.

After I started working, I offered to repay the sponsorship fees, but Arthur said he didn't want the money and only hoped that I could help his grandson who had just lost both parents and felt betrayed.

That was also the day I met Lucas for the first time.

His tall and handsome appearance made my heart beat wildly, but I didnt think much about it.

Instead, she stayed by his side day and night and learned how to sober up.

Later, Arthur asked him to marry me, and Lucas agreed after hesitating for a few seconds.

I was happy then.

Because Lucas was really good to me. He would book all the fireworks in the city to celebrate my birthday, and he would drive hundreds of kilometers just to fulfill my wishes because of a casual remark I made.

I thought he was loving, just like me.

Until the wedding day, his First Love who dumped him came back and said that Arthur forced her to leave.

Lucas was furious and wanted to cancel the engagement, but was held down by Arthur's men and the wedding ceremony was completed.

He was drugged that night and spent a ridiculous night with me.

After waking up, he threw a contract in my face with disgust on his face.

"Sophie, I thought you were at least sincere to me, but I didn't expect you were with me just for money!"

"Then congratulations! You have achieved your goal. From now on, you will be the wealthy and prosperous Mrs. Gu, but don't even think about getting any love from me!"

After saying that, Lucas slammed the door and left.

I bent down to pick up the contract that Arthur and I had signed without even having the chance to explain.

Since then, Lucas started to become more and more outrageous. He appeared in various places with Isabella in a dignified manner.

This made me, Mrs. Gu, a laughing stock in the entire Metropolis City.

I had also proposed a divorce, but unexpectedly I found out that I was pregnant.

After Arthur found out, he almost begged me, "Give birth to this child. It may be a turning point in your marriage."

I hold on to the last glimmer of hope.

Select Agree.

At the same time, it is also a gamble on whether Lucas can change his mind.

But who would have thought,

What he got was that he stabbed his daughter's body with steel spikes.

I just realized,

turn out to be,

I lost miserably.

If I had known this earlier, I would have taken my daughter and run away rather than stay in this ice cellar.

But now,

I have nothing left.

And it's time to end this marriage that is in name only.

That night, I stayed with Emily's body in the hospital morgue until all the formalities were completed, and then watched the funeral home people take her away.

I dragged my tired body back home and wanted to pick out a nice photo for my daughter.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw the mess on the floor and heard faint conversations coming from the room.

"Honey, slow down... You're so strong today..."

"Is it...is it that changing places...is it particularly exciting?"

The man's voice was hoarse and full of lust.

"You know what... I really feel a little different..."

I couldn't believe it and followed the sound to my daughter's room.

When I opened the door, I saw Isabella riding on Lucas, naked, and under her feet was the portrait I was going to choose for my daughter.

My eyes turned red, I rushed forward, grabbed Isabella's head and smashed it to the ground.

"You bitch! She's just a child, do you have any shame?"

Isabella desperately begged for help, and I showed no mercy.

He raised his hand to slap her in the face, but before he could touch her, he was violently kicked out by someone from the side. His head hit the edge of the bed, and blood flowed down his forehead.

I looked up, but was met with Lucas' furious eyes.

"Sophie, are you crazy? How dare you hit her in front of me!"

"Believe it or not, I will make you and your daughter get out of Vincent Family right now!"

I lay on the ground like a dog.

Suddenly laughed.

Laughed till tears came out.

Pointing at Lucas, he spoke desperately:

"I'm crazy! You've driven me crazy!"

"Lucas, you beast, you actually did such a disgusting thing in front of your daughter's photo, you will die!"

The man glanced at me coldly and said nonchalantly:

"It was just in front of a crappy photo. We didn't do it in front of her, Sophie. Don't go crazy here!"

"At worst I can just take her to take another photo tomorrow. That should be fine, right?"

I sneered.

He still has the nerve to mention his daughter?

Just as he was about to speak, Lucas put on his clothes and went to the door to look for him, but he didn't see the familiar figure. He asked in confusion:

"Where's Emily? Why doesn't she come out to say hello to me?"

I wiped away my tears, suppressed the trembling in my throat, and said word by word:

"Emily is dead!"

Hearing this, Lucas' body suddenly stiffened. Just as he was about to ask, Isabella fell into his arms and said timidly:

"Sophie, you don't want to say that Emily was crucified!"

"And this photo happens to be the posthumous photo you chose."

"If that's the case, then your lying skills are too poor. Those nails are specially made soft nails. They won't hurt at all!

As soon as he finished speaking, the man who had a calm expression just now suddenly became cold and hard.

He picked me up from the ground, his eyes filled with poison, wishing he could torture me to death.

"Sophie, you are willing to say anything to win favor now, and you even cursed your own daughter!"

"Are you still worthy of being a mother?"

When I mentioned my daughter, I looked at him angrily with red eyes:

"Lucas, you are not allowed to mention my daughter, you murderer! You don't deserve it!"

Lucas instantly flew into a rage and increased the force of his hands. The air I could breathe became less and less. Just when I thought I was finally going to be with my daughter,

But Lucas threw me to the ground.

"Don't think that showing this expression will make me soft-hearted! Since you hit Isabella today, you must pay the price!"

After saying that, he strode forward, picked up the photo of his daughter on the ground, and revealed a cruel expression.

I hurriedly shook my head and begged frantically:

"don't want--"

"Lucas, this is my daughter's..."

Before he could finish his words, he tore the portrait in half with a swish sound.

With red eyes, I rushed over to snatch the photo from his hand, but my foot stepped on the broken glass next to me.

But I didn't feel any pain at all, instead I held my daughter's photo tightly in my arms.

Tears flowed unconsciously from the corners of my eyes: I looked at him fiercely: "Lucas, one day you will regret it, I'm waiting!"

The man sneered, "It's just a photo, I won't regret it!"

After saying that, he left gracefully, holding Isabella in his arms.

And I cried while holding my daughter's photo until dawn.

When the time came, I went to the funeral home with the photos.

As soon as I walked to the door, I saw Arthur angrily saying to his men: "Keep looking, what day is today? It's not right for him, a father, not to show up!"

At this moment, my phone suddenly vibrated. It was a message Isabella forwarded to my circle of friends.

It says [Welcome little one] on it.

In the accompanying picture, Lucas was kneeling on one knee and kissing her belly, his face full of joy.

He was holding a B-ultrasound photo in his hand.

I bit my lips tightly, but my heart ached.

While Lucas lost his daughter, he had another child.

How ridiculous!

At the same time, Arthur also saw the photos in my phone, and was so angry that he almost fainted. He directly ordered people to bring Lucas back.

And I put my daughter in the stove without saying a word.

Until she turned into a handful of ashes.

Until I put her in that little box with my own hands,

I couldn't hold back my tears any longer.

After it was over, Arthur handed me a plane ticket. I took it with both hands and bowed deeply to him.

Then Urn went straight home holding his daughter.

Looking at the room full of toys, all that came to my mind was my daughters laughter in the past.

So I took out the brazier and burned some of her favorite toys when she was alive, praying that they would make my daughter happy, after all, it was too painful when she was alive...

Just as I was burning the last piece, Isabella pushed the door open and kicked over the brazier on the ground.

She glanced at her daughter's portrait, her face full of pride:

"Yo~ It's finally dead. I bought those thick steel spikes for nothing!"

"Oh, by the way, did you know? When your daughter died, she was still mumbling Daddy! Daddy! But Lucas was on me at that time! Isn't that funny?"

As she spoke, Isabella clapped her hands and cheered.

Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain in my internal organs. I roared and rushed towards her, strangling her neck tightly.

Isabella rolled her eyes as she was pinched.

But she didn't care at all, smiling provocatively:

"You don't think... you can avenge your daughter like this, do you? I tell you... you're dreaming!"

As she said this, she took my hand and smashed it against her stomach, muttering:

"Sophie, I was wrong, I was really wrong, please don't hurt the baby in my belly like this, he is innocent..."

The next second, someone pushed me to the ground from behind, and the wound that had just scabbed over began to bleed again.

Lucas gently held Isabella in his arms. Her eyes were red and she looked like she was going to faint in the next second.

"Sophie, it's okay for you to hurt me, but how could you be so vicious as to kill the baby in my belly!"

As soon as I finished speaking, Lucas slapped me in the face.

"Sophie, have you had enough? How long are you going to hurt her?"

I looked at him with dead eyes and asked desperately:

"Then why don't you ask her what good things she has done!"

As she spoke, tears from the corners of her eyes dripped onto the back of his hand.

Lucas pulled his hand away suddenly as if he was burned.

Maybe the sadness in my eyes was fake. The man was stunned and was about to turn around to ask, but Isabella's tears fell before him.

"It's... it's the one I posted today about a baby. Sophie saw it and said that the baby in my belly would be a threat to her and my daughter, so she beat my belly like crazy..."

As she was talking, she started to hold her stomach and scream:

"Ahit hurts! I must have just been hurt!"

"And what's in this box? I feel like the yin energy is so strong that the baby in my belly is almost suffocating."

When I saw she was referring to my daughter's urn, I hurried forward to take it, but Lucas got there first.

When the man opened it and saw that it was ashes, he immediately scolded me:

"Sophie, did you do this on purpose?

"They made these disgusting things specifically to scare Isabella and make her have a miscarriage!"