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Jennie was full of resentment, but she didn’t dare act out. She knew Jonathan wouldn’t
hesitate to hit her if she crossed the line.
When my daughter turned six months old, Jennie finally lost her patience. While I was out, she stripped naked and tried to seduce Jonathan. Jonathan didn’t even hesitate. He grabbed her and tossed her over the yard wall. She was so scared she curled up in the corner, clutching her
chest in shame, too afraid to make a sound.
She didn’t dare leave until after dark. From that day on, whenever she saw Jonathan, she was both furious and resentful, jealous of how well he treated me.
But there was no undoing the past. She had already made her choices, and life didn’t offer
second chances.
Jonathan wrapped his arm around my shoulders. “Don’t waste your breath on people like her. It only drags you down. That’s the man she chose. The two of them deserve each other. No one
else should have to suffer because of them.”
I completely agree. Jennie was no good, and neither was Calvin. They were a perfect match.
Eventually, Jennie couldn’t take it anymore. She gave up completely. One day, Calvin beat
her so badly that she had a miscarriage. That was when she finally reported him to the women’s
federation.
Calvin had no choice. He voluntarily resigned from the military and took Jennie back to his hometown. From what I heard, their life was a complete disaster. Sally wasn’t easy to deal with. When Calvin had a job, he was her dear family. Once he became unemployed, he was just
another freeloader.
Jennie suffered under Sally’s torment and aged ten years in no time. They eventually had a child, but their lives remained miserable. None of it had anything to do with me anymore.
I learned about all this from the wife of a soldier in the barracks. Her family happened to be from the same village as Calvin.
She told me that one time, she ran into Jennie on the street. Jennie was staring longingly at people trying on new clothes.
Just as she was about to ask for the price, Calvin grabbed her and dragged her away, scolding her for being a vain flirt who only cared about appearances.
When I heard that, I couldn’t help but laugh. Calvin had once been obsessed with her seductive charm, but now he was calling her a fox spirit and berating her for caring about
appearances.
Men like Calvin were just pathetic.
But that was his choice. He had to live with it.
As for me, two years later, I had a boy. With both a son and a daughter, a husband who adored me, and a comfortable life, what more could I possibly ask for?
The End
