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The video of Elsa spending a night with two men had already gone viral online.
Hudson, carrying out orders from the boss behind Mysterious Night, had been busy leading people against James and hadn’t paid attention to what was spreading on the internet.
Tonight, while drinking with a few of his buddies, he overheard their mocking banter and finally learned that Elsa had cheated on him not once, but twice.
Now, every single one of his brothers knew he had become a cucklord.
Proud and arrogant as he had always been, how could he possibly swallow such humiliation?
He no longer wanted Elsa-he saw her as filth now. But since they had been married, and since she had shamed him this badly, the hatred burning inside him made him wish he could tear her apart piece by piece.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. With one vicious slap, he twisted her face aside, then threw her to the floor and kicked her mercilessly several times.
“You bitch! Always sneaking around with other men… if you go a single day without getting fucked, you’ll die, won’t you? I’ll beat you to death, you shameless whore!”
Hudson’s strength was overwhelming. Every time he laid a hand on her, it was with the intent to kill.
Elsa’s face felt like it was splitting open, her stomach on the verge of exploding from his kicks.
She had always been proud, never one to bow her head to anyone.
But if he kept this up, he would really kill her.
Finally lowering her noble head, she clutched at his pant leg and begged through tears, “Hudson, I know I was wrong… that night, it was just a moment of weakness. My heart only belongs to you! From now on, I’ll love you properly. Please… please don’t hit me anymore…”
A heavy thud followed as Hudson’s foot slammed into her face.
“Only me in your heart? Ha! Elsa, don’t disgust me! I don’t need your love. The only thing I want is to kill you, you unfaithful whore!”
“No, you can’t treat me like this…”
He yanked her up by the hair, her tears spilling down like rain.
Desperate, she blurted, “I’m sick… stomach cancer, late stage. The doctor said I don’t have much time left. Hudson, we loved each other once we had happy days together. I’m about to die, how can you still bear to hit me like this?”
Hudson froze for a moment at her words.
Back then, he had gone against his family’s objections just to marry her, because he truly had feelings for her.
He had once dreamed of growing old with her.
But after everything she had done, so vile and revolting, how could he possibly let her off? He was no saint.
Four years ago, if he had heard she was terminally ill, his heart would have broken. He would have done everything possible to prolong her life.
But now? Now, he only wanted to send her to hell.
Even if she really was dying, even if it wasn’t a lie, he would celebrate rather than grieve.
“Good. Die, Elsa. You should have died long ago!”
He tightened his grip on her hair and smashed her head into the ground again and again.
Elsa’s vision went black. For a fleeting moment, she thought she really was going to die.
By the time he finally stopped, she was left lying on the ground like a skinned dog, gasping desperately for air.
Before she could catch her breath, his demonic voice came again.
“Don’t you love seducing men? Don’t you need them to survive? Then please me! Show me just how cheap you really are!”
Elsa’s whole body shook with hatred.
She despised humiliation, despised being belittled, despised being treated like trash.
But she feared his madness more.
If she didn’t obey, he would torture her even worse. Like before, she had no choice but to submit and try to please him.
“Bitch!”
Once, her obedience and tricks had given Hudson a kind of thrill.
But now, no matter how many ways she tried to please him, all he could see was the viral videos -her shameless body wrapped around other men.
The thought made him sick. He struck her again, so hard she coughed up a mouthful of blood.
Seeing the blood, his hatred only deepened. “Filthy!”
His hand clamped around her throat like an iron vise. “Elsa, you’re disgusting!”
Her naked body trembled in pain.
Swallowing down her fury and humiliation, she clutched his hand and begged, “Hudson, that night-I was set up by those two men.
My heart belongs only to you. No matter how many men I’ve been with, you’ll always be the one I love most. I don’t want to die… I can still please you, just let me go, please…”
Looking at her shameless, pitiful face, Hudson gagged in revulsion.
He kicked her away with utter contempt. “Being pleased by you makes me sick!”
Suddenly he pulled hard and dragged her in front of the full-length bathroom mirror.
He grabbed her chin and forced her face almost against the glass.
“Elsa, look at you-what a sight. Dirty, cheap, stinking! Despicable, worthless, disgusting. Where do you get the nerve to use that filthy body of yours to pick up men? Elsa, you’re fucking disgusting!”
Seeing the reflection in the mirror-Elsa, smeared with filth and utterly humiliated-Hudson’s mouth twisted into a vicious, poisonous smile.
When she saw him smile like that in the glass, a terrible premonition blossomed in Elsa’s chest.
Sure enough, in the next instant he produced a folding knife as if by magic and slowly opened it beside her cheek.
“Your body’s disgusting, but this face of yours-there’s some beauty left. Tell me, if I scar this face, will those men still want you? Will you still be able to go around making fools of me?”
“No! Hudson, you can’t do this to me!”
Elsa’s teeth chattered with fear; her voice was raw and breaking.
She couldn’t let Hudson disfigure her!
I still want to marry into the Fu family. I already have a ruined reputation-if I lose the one thing I pride myself on, my looks, how could I ever marry Simon?
She screamed, helpless, “Don’t touch me! Hudson, put the knife down!”
“Put the knife down-how else am I supposed to paint on your face?”
Hudson’s smile remained cold and cruel. “What should I paint? You look like a drowned dog- shall I draw a dog on you?”
“No! You can’t ruin my face! You can’t…ah!”
Elsa screamed in a shrill, piercing sound.
Watching the blood spread across her cheek in the mirror, Elsa burned with a hatred she wanted to tear Hudson apart for.
As the knife slid toward her again, her eyes filled with venom. She spun and bit him hard.
“Ah!”
She clamped down on his most vulnerable spot; Hudson’s face contorted with sudden, fierce pain.
The pain was so intense he couldn’t steady his grip on the knife.
Seizing the chance, Elsa wrested the knife from his hand and plunged it into him.
Hudson’s eyes widened in shock.
He had always been the one to torture Elsa at will. He never imagined that tonight she would bite him-and worse, stab him.
He stuttered for a moment, then kicked her fiercely. “Bitch, you set me up, you’re disobedient- I’ll flay you!”
Faced with the murderous look in Hudson’s eyes, Elsa panicked.