When I was twenty, I married Mr. Shen, a fifty-eight-year-old wealthy businessman. I thought I could be a leisurely rich wife, but my son looked at me more and more wrongly. During the day, she called me "little mom", but at night she blocked me in the piano room and asked, "Why did you marry my dad?"
The old man was seriously ill and coughed up blood, but his stepson got worse. He hooked me with his feet under the dining table, hugged me from behind in the dark, and bit my ear and said, "When he leaves, let's see where you go to hide."
I tried desperately to escape, but found out that I was pregnant with his child. He could only secretly give birth to a son with exactly the same facial features as him after he left his hometown.
Seven years later, he returned home in fine clothes. Standing at the gate of Shen's house, staring at the child who looked exactly like him, his whole body froze.
"Whose child is this?" His voice trembled.
I hugged my son and sneered: "What do you think?"
Intention: sadomasochism