When Love and Hatred Had Gone

I remembered the time when I was kidnapped on my way to a prenatal checkup. I was seven months pregnant and the kidnappers asked my husband to bring money for ransom. Otherwise, they would cut open my belly.

My husband was anxious to raise money, but he was late. I was forced to have an abortion. I was abused and humiliated till my face was crumbled.

When I hardly came up to my consciousness, I saw George Wimsley held me tight as I was pale as a sheet. He was so guilty and cried, vowing to fix my face.

Until the day I finally removed the gauze in my face, I heard George, my husband talking to his friend. "What? You even gave up your own child to make your wife look like your stepsister? Jane has been insulted so badly and now you want her face just like Sophia. Are you crazy?"

"I’ve promised Sophia that I would always make her the most beautiful woman. This is the way to keep her young forever. I have no choice. I need the child to make the beauty oil. Even if the child is born, I would still be willing to kill her for Sophia!" George said it unexpectedly.

"As for Jane... it was those kidnappers’ fault. She only needs to do one thing after all, getting pregnant and giving me the liquids from her child’s skin for me. She’s already dirty anyways. The only way to keep her in her place is by turning her into Sophia."

I was suddenly shocked. It turned out that the beautiful and happy marriage I thought was just a lie woven by the devil. My child was a tool for him to help his mistress stay young forever. If so, then I would gladly help them.

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Behind the door, George’s friend, William Ford, showed his pity and said, “There are so many women who have induced abortions in the hospital every day. With your wealth and power, you don’t need to worry to search for those babies’ liquid skin. Why do you have to torture Jane? The baby in her belly is your own flesh and blood.”

George sighed heavily, “I love Sophia, but I couldn’t marry her because of the secular perspective. Even she’s now someone else’s wife, I want to make her happy for the rest of her life. Jane is just a substitute and the evil seed in her belly is not worth mentioning. Just hurry up and let’s get it done. We can use it to adjust Jane’s face later.”

William widened his eyes in shock, “In order to satisfy your own desires, you secretly want to make Jane look like Sophia. She suffered a lot. Why do you still use electric shock on her after committing so many crimes? Isn't it too much?"

George laughed at himself, "You’re right. I’m too much, but I just want her to be like Sophia in every frown and smile. Only in this way can I slightly make up for the regret that I can't marry Sophia. Jane will always be just a substitute."

All of a sudden, his phone rang and George casually pressed the handsfree key. The obscene and vulgar voice of the man poured into my ears, "Mr. Wimsley, I said that I didn’t want the money, then why did you still ask for five million? You make the kidnappers had a lot of fun. Are you satisfied with it?"

"Well done, the five million is a reward for you. I will consider longterm job with you. Next time, don't touch Jane's face. Just cut her body, so that I can make her body into Sophia's proportions."

William looked at him like a madman and shook his head helplessly. He was totally lost of words. He stopped by and stood outside the door.

William was looking at me in pity and finally left. My tears couldn’t help to slid down and drown in the gauze on my face. It turned out that the kidnapping was not an accident, but a hell that my husband had carefully woven for me for his desires and the person he loved.

Even the child in my belly was just a tool used by his father to help his beloved stay young forever.

"Jane, you’re here."

George looked over and happily pulled me to remove the gauze. He held the mirror in front of me and continued, "Jane, your face has finally recovered. How do you feel? Is it still hurt? If it’s so, just tell me and don't keep it in your heart. I will feel bad for it."

"If it's not because of those hateful kidnappers who deliberately tricked me to the wrong place, I wouldn't have found you so late. It's all my uselessness that caused you to be harmed and lost our child. I’m sorry. Now, you don't need to be worried. I will take good care of you and find them as soon as possible to avenge you and your child."

The tenderness in his eyes was stronger than before, but I couldn't fall into it. I knew that at this moment, this tenderness was not for me, but for the sake of his mistress.

"Jane, why don’t you consider to change your face like my sister, Sophia?"

George paused and continued gently, "Sophia Blake is a big star. Many girls envy her face. Don't you always praise her for her beauty? You can be as beautiful as her and I want to help you fulfil your wish, but your facial muscles are still a little stiff and need to be adjusted. So, what do you think?"

Listening to his considerate words, I felt a little ironic. I wondered if he was really helping me fulfil my wish, or for himself.

"George, I think I like my face better like this now. I don't want to take any surgery. I'm really scared," I carefully said to him.

George hesitated for a moment and smilingly pinched my face. "Silly Jane, if you don't want me to take any surgery, your facial muscles will bruise and broken. I'm doing this for your own good. Don't be afraid. I promise I'll be gentle. Are you still doubting your husband's skills? Easy baby, it will be over soon."

After that, he asked his assistant to tie me to the bed. He put the electric shock gun against my face and pressed the button without hesitation. The strong current spread throughout my body, as if someone had split my brain in half. It was accompanied by a faint smell of burning.

George was still gently exhorting, "Relax, Jane. Smile. If you don't smile, how can I know if it has been fixed? It seems that the arc of the corner of your mouth is still a little bit off. It may be that the current is not strong enough. Let's do it again."

This repeated dozens of times and I finally couldn't bear it anymore and fainted. When I opened my eyes again, I was in my bedroom at home.

George gently wiped my forehead with a wet towel. He looked at me as if he was appreciating his most perfect artwork and breathing with the smell of wine in celebration.

His eyes turned red. "Jane, you've worked hard. I'm sorry I have to do this. It's all because I didn't protect you well, so you suffered like this. Fortunately, everything is over now. We will definitely be happy and have children and grandchildren in the future."

I reluctantly pulled the corners of my mouth. "You've worked hard for my face. You take a rest."

George left and didn't hear the hidden meaning of my words, or perhaps he was drunk. He kissed my forehead and laid aside.

While George was sleeping, I picked up his phone and found that his wallpaper was still the maternity photo we took together. I wondered about the fake sweet smile shown up at the moment. It just pinched my heart harder.

I didn't enter the password that I had been known all this time. Instead, I entered Sophia's birthday number. It was not long to see the wallpaper slowly switch to their intimate photo. My heart was sunk as it was indeed broken pieces.

His Whatsapp avatar was a blue bear, which was a perfect match with Sophia's pink bear avatar. The funny thing was it was the thing that I also wanted to use a couple avatar with George.

George had once ever said to me as he pointed to the photo screen, "Wimsley Group is the leader of the entire medical beauty industry. As the president, using such childish things will make employees and partners think I am dissolute and frivolous."

On the other hand, he had recorded all photos of Sophia from the time she entered the Wimsley Family at the age of five. I always remembered what he said to me about her.

[At the age of seven, I saw Sophia for the first time. She was like a frightened little rabbit and I wanted to protect her.”

“At the age of sixteen, Sophia shot her first advertisement and gained a lot of male fans. I was jealous and crazy. Why did she become my sister?!”

“At the age of twentythree, Sophia got married. I was drunk all night and really wanted to rush to the wedding room to snatch her back. However, I still got my consciousness that it would affect her reputation.]

In the five years of marriage, George had been with me at home only a few times. In fact, he was always on business trips. It turned out that he went to the crew to visit Sophia.

At night, Sophia found out that her period was late. Yet, George bought her a hot pack and sanitary pads in the heavy rain. Instead to me, he lightly asked the servant to buy it. He even said that he was embarrassed to buy such things by himself.

Regardless of the size of the festival, he would personally send Sophia luxurious and expensive gifts, starting from priceless jewellery to limitededition sports cars, various highend brands and even a European castle. It was none other than because of he was too in love with her and ironically, I always got the gifts that Sophia throws into the trash can.

There was another contact in Whatsapp. I opened it and it showed the picture of me being humiliated for three days. George didn't feel sorry for me at all. Instead, there was a voice note sent and sounded his talking, "Make a haste to deliver the baby. Don’t give her the anaesthesia and painkillers. Otherwise, it will affect the beauty oil. Sophia will be unhappy."

Hearing this, I put down the phone tremblingly. George behind me suddenly woke up and pushed me down on the bed. His eyes were blurred and he looked at me with infinite affection.

"Sophia, you’re so beautiful. I want you."

My heart skipped a beat. Obviously, he was not completely awake. The alcohol and the new face on me made him recognize the wrong person.

I pushed him hard, "George, you’re wrong. I am Jane. I haven't recovered yet. You can't..."

The tearing pain blocked all the words in my throat. He ignored my resistance and struggle. He vented to his heart's content, calling Sophia's name constantly.

The heat flowed out from under me and the blood stained the sheets red. I shed tears numbly. Once again, I became the broken doll thrown in the wasteland.

I had no idea how long it took until George fell down with satisfaction. He then fell asleep and was murmuring, "Sophia, don't worry. I will make Jane pregnant again. You will always have the beauty oil. You are the most beautiful woman."

My heart instantly fell into an ice cave. I called my best friend abroad and asked her to help me arrange a plastic surgery.

After buying myself a ticket to go abroad in three days later, I completely lost my strength. However, I couldn't fall asleep. I just kept my eyes open until dawn, letting the blood under my body cool down and the coldness pierced my bones.

The next day, George woke up and saw this scene and was shocked. He ignored his cleanliness and wiped my body with hot water. He changed the clean sheets and looked guilty.

"Jane, I'm sorry. I drank too much last night. I didn't mean it. I just loved you too much and I couldn't control myself for a while."

Seeing the pain in his eyes, I almost believed it. "It's okay, I'll just go to the hospital and take care of it."

"Shall I go with you?"

Only when I was about to mention the divorce, George's phone lit up. He quickly glanced at it and apologized to me, "Jane, I'm sorry. I have a business banquet to attend today, so I can't accompany you."

He immediately stood by, preparing to go and said in haste, "I should have brought my wife with me, but you're in such a bad condition. I think you should take a good rest. I can go alone."

George put on his clothes and hurried out, leaving me alone. I decided to take a taxi to the hospital. After leaving the hospital, I updated my ID card photo and went to the law firm to print a divorce agreement.

Unconsciously, I walked to the door of the hotel where the business banquet that George mentioned was held and I deliberately walked in. As soon as I entered the hall, I saw an auction going on the stage to liven up this business banquet.

Sophia wore a lownecked fishtail skirt and coquettishly held George's arm. The foreign businessmen next to them kept praising them for being a perfect match.

George did not explain his relationship with Sophia and the corners of his mouth could not help curling up. He bought a sapphire necklace with the Heart of the Ocean at a high price of 200 million dollar. He wore it on Sophia's neck affectionately and made the guests look envious.

[This is Mrs. Wimsley, right? Mr. Wimsley really dotes on his wife. Not counting this necklace, the rings, antique hairpins and jade bracelets just now, add up to more than 10 billion dollars. He bought them without blinking an eye, just to make his wife happy.]

[Oh, Mrs. Wimsley is a big star. If I had such a beautiful wife, I would also dote on her. How facesaving it would be. Did you see the skirt she was wearing? That is the last work of the international fashion godfather. You can't buy it with money. There is only one. Mr. Wimsley begged for a long time to get it. The price is as much as my company's profit for a whole year.]

I looked down at my jeans that had been washed white and smiled bitterly. In the next second, they noticed me and looked surprised, "Who are you? Why do you look like Mrs. Wimsley?"

The voice here caught George's attention. He saw me and hurried over in panic, "Jane, why are you here?"

He then put a diamond ring on my hand and softly said, "This is what I just bought for you. Don't look at the small diamond on it, the material is very rare. I gave up a project worth hundreds of millions to get it. I intend to give it to you, Jane."

I looked at the ring and felt ironic. George thought I just came, so he didn't know that this ring was a gift from the necklace. In his eyes, I only deserved gifts.

Sophia twisted her waist and walked over. She looked at my face sarcastically and touched the Heart of the Ocean on her neck. She sarcastically greeted me.

I clearly knew what she meant. She just wanted to say that I was as cheap and lowly as the gift.

Seeing that I didn't say anything, George thought I was angry and quickly explained, "Jane, it's not like what you think. Sophia is a public figure. Many paparazzi are watching her. She can't be careless about her fashion. I just..."

Before he finished speaking, Sophia suddenly fell into his arms and said weakly, "Brother, my feet are hurt. Maybe I use the wrong size shoes today. I don’t feel comfortable with it."

George quickly hugged her in his arms and worriedly asked, "What's wrong? I told you not to wear high heels. You look good even in flipflops. Others can't even compare to your toes. Come on, I'll take you to rest."

He ignored the eyes of others and carried Sophia to the box upstairs. People around me looked at me with contempt, "So you are Mr. Wimsley's slutty wife. You cheated on him and even lost your child. How dare you appear in public? It's only because he is too kind that he didn't ask you to get out."

"Long time ago, if a woman was humiliated, she would have thrown herself into the river out of shame. That's what a chaste woman would be. How dare you live with such shame? You even made yourself look like Miss Blake. Do you think you can win Mr. Wimsley's favor? If it weren't for the status of Miss Blake and Mr. Wimsley, they would have been married long ago. What's the point of you, a slut?"

"You look so poor and disgusting. Get out of here. I feel so dirty just by looking at you."

A huge humiliation surged in my heart. Thinking of the divorce agreement in my bag, I didn't say anything and turned to go upstairs to find George.

The door of the box was not closed properly. Sophia took off her dress and clung to George like a snake. She whispered on his ears teasingly, "George, you did a tightening surgery on someone last time. I've recovered and I want to do it."

George hesitated, "Sophia, don't do this. You’re already someone else's wife and the relationship between you and me... this is not good for you."

"What are you afraid of? We are not related by blood. My husband is abroad all year round. He won't know. I know you have feelings for me. Otherwise, you wouldn't make Jane look like me. Didn't you also do a lengthening surgery for yourself because of me? You said you wanted to make me happy, I want it now~"

Sophia took the initiative to kiss George. George's forehead veins bulged as he couldn't control himself at all. He leaned over and went crazy.

My stomach churned to see the scene. I couldn't bear to watch it anymore and covered my mouth. I ran out of the hotel. The moment I breathed in the fresh air, my tears rolled down completely.

“George, how could you do this to me?” I wondered. I didn't know how long I sat there. A basin of water with a strange smell was poured over my head.

Sophia suddenly appeared with a bottle of red wine and looked at me with disdain, "Hello, Jane. Does my bath water smell good? Every time George and I are having fun, he will help me to clean the sheet by himself. So lucky that you know but you instead run away like a dog. It's just so pity."

It turned out that she deliberately let me see it.

"Do you think that George can replace my position in his heart by making you look like me? Don't be funny. You’re just my substitute. For me, he can even give up your child. Your only role is to keep getting pregnant, so I can always get the beauty oil."

"Speaking of which, that oil is quite useful. It not only nourishes the skin, but also can lubricate. George was afraid of hurting me, so we used a lot just now. Do you want to see how the beauty oil that he created for me is made? I have a video here. I guarantee you will enjoy it~"

I looked at the screen in disbelief and bit my mouth tightly. It turned out that I gave birth to a daughter, but I had to look at her in this way.

I screamed in my heart, “George, you are so cruel!”

I raised my hand unbearably, but Sophia poured the red wine in her hand on her head. The bottle shattered on the ground and she screamed while covering her face.

The next second, a strong force pushed me to the ground. George held Sophia in his arms and looked at me angrily.

"Jane, are you crazy?!"

Before I could explain, Sophia started crying first. "Brother, I just want to take care of her health, but she slandered me as a vixen who seduced you. She said I have ruined your family and wanted to destroy my face. I'm allergic to alcohol. How could she do it to me? Am I going to be disfigured?"

George quickly comforted her, "I’m here, Sophia. I promise, it won't happen." Instead, he looked at me gloomily, "Jane, I spend money to buy things for my sister. What's wrong with you? What qualifications do you have to be angry with Sophia? It's not your turn to make the decision in my Wimsley Family!"

"Sophia is generous. Not only does she not mind you becoming like her, she also cares about you, but you want to destroy her face. Sure enough, even if you take plastic surgery to be beautiful, you can't change your vicious heart. No wonder you were disfigured and humiliated. You even killed your baby. That's all your retribution!"

I listened to his incredible remarks in shock, as if I met this person for the first time. "You said my only retribution is killing my baby, huh? Then, what about you?! Do you think I really want this face?!"

I came closer to him in full of madness as I said, "George, do you dare to tell me why I was kidnapped and where my baby's body went? Why did you make me look like Sophia?!"

George frowned and answered, "Of course because you are unlucky to be kidnapped. I have explained to you eight hundred times. I don't know where your baby was. It may be eaten by wild dogs. Why are you so persistent? If you didn't always praise Sophia for her beauty, then I would not think that you wanted to be as beautiful as her. I fulfilled your wish. Am I wrong?"

George didn’t want to lose and said, "Now, don't be so naïve. You have to apologize to Sophia."

My heart was completely cold in an instant. I knew I couldn't wait for the truth, but it still hurt. I picked up the broken pieces of the wine bottle and scratched them along the left corner of my forehead to the right side of my jaw. My blood gushed out instantly and dripped onto the ground.

"Jane, what the hell are you doing?!" George's face widened suddenly.

I threw away the fragments and looked at him calmly, "You’re right. A vicious person like me is not worthy of using the same face as Sophia Blake. This is my sincerity. Are you satisfied?" After saying that, I turned and left.

Looking at the blood on the ground and my back, George wanted to rush over. However, Sophia grabbed him and said coquettishly, "Brother, my face is so itchy and painful. Take me to the hospital quickly. If the paparazzi catch me like this, my enemies will laugh at me."

George gritted his teeth and didn't catch me up after all.

When I got home, George called me, "Jane, how is your face? Has the bleeding stopped? Don't worry, Sophia is fine. I'm sorry, I was too much today. But Sophia is a public figure. You made her face allergic. Her fans will not let it go. The online violence is so severe recently. After all, I am her brother and her husband is not here. I must take care of her."

Was it her fans who wouldn't let it go, or you?

I calmly said, "Well, I understand. I'm fine. You should stay with her."

"I know I can rely on you, Jane. When I get home from work, I'll help you fix your face. Don't be so impulsive next time, dear."

Would it be the same as Sophia's? I didn’t need it.

That night, George did not come back. However, one piece of news became a hot topic.

[In order to help his beloved sister maintain her beauty, the President of Wimsley Group called a helicopter to fly to the Carteenz Mountain in the northwest overnight. Ignoring the towering and steep snow mountain, he climbed to the top alone and picked snow lotus just to cure the mild allergy on his sister's face.]

I hastily treated the hideous wound on my face and gave the servant a long vacation. I packed all my things and donated them.

The next day, George still did not come back. In order to compensate Sophia, he took her to Saloma for shopping. No matter what it was, as long as Sophia took a second look, he bought everything. Sophia showed off in a circle of friends that only I could see.

I couldn’t help to curse her in my head as I remembered it. "Fakes are always fakes. No matter how similar they are, they are worthless."

On the third day, George sent a message, "Jane, I'm done with my work and on my way to the beauty clinic. I'll ask my assistant to pick you up later. Let's make you the most beautiful today. I have prepared a gift for you."

In the live broadcast on the mobile phone, Sophia was attending a fan meeting. That day was her 5th anniversary of her debut. George spent 1 billion to take a photo of a hair crown worn by a certain generation of European queens and put it on her head. He kissed Sophia's forehead and said affectionately, "I dedicated to you, my queen."

Meanwhile, I didn't reply to him and turned off my phone. I put the signed divorce agreement and the printed chat records into a file bag. I left them at the guard and asked him to pass them on. After doing all this, I picked up my gift and went straight to the airport.

At the fan meeting, George didn't get for my reply and he was a little flustered. He was about to call me, but his assistant ran in holding a file bag. His assistant said anxiously, "Mr. Wimsley, it's bad. Your wife is not at home and she only left this with the guard."