Part 3They Thought I Was Alone

I was sleeping groggily when I was awakened by being drenched.

When I woke up, I saw George standing to the side holding an empty basin, with Marta clapping.

"well done."

My allergic reaction had just subsided, but this basin of cold water made me shiver violently, and my head throbbed painfully.

"What are you doing?"

"Are you here on vacation? Sleeping so soundly."

Marta said with her arms folded, then looked at George.

"George, tell her what we're doing today."

"Racing!"

George threw the basin on the floor and clapped his hands.

"What fun is racing without some entertainment?"

Marta said with a smile, then ordered me in a commanding tone,

"You, come with us."

That's how they brought me to the racetrack.

It was a vast, empty space with several luxury racing cars parked there. Johnson was standing there too.

Seeing them bring me over, he frowned.

"Why did you bring her?"

"What, do you feel sorry for her?"

Marta pouted.

"How could I? You're my wife."

Johnson patted Marta's head and squatted down to put a helmet on George.

I'd already been drenched with a basin of cold water, and now with the cold wind blowing, I was shivering even more.

"Since I'm your wife, what if I want to drag her behind the car? Would you say yes?"

Marta tilted her head, shaking Johnson's arm. My eyes widened.

"What did you say?"

Dragging someone behind a car—how dare they?

"That might kill someone, Marta."

Johnson looked troubled and glanced at me.

"Her life is worthless. If this gets trending and you get criticized for it, it wouldn't be worth it."

A flash of jealousy crossed Marta's eyes, then she pushed George forward.

"George wants to do this too. Besides, we'll give her protective gear and won't drive too fast. What's wrong with that?"

"Didn't you say I'm your wife? Are you going to side with an outsider over your wife?"

George also tugged at Johnson's arm.

"Dad, Dad, I want to do this."

"Didn't you also say? This woman once knelt for three days and nights and was whipped a hundred times without dying. This is just playing racing with her. What could happen?"

I never imagined the child I'd carried for ten months and struggled to bring into this world could be so cold-blooded and heartless.

"George, I should never have given birth to you."

"If I'd known you'd turn out like Johnson, I never should have brought you into this world."

I started coughing. The allergic reaction hadn't completely subsided, and now I felt cold all over. When I touched myself, I was burning hot.

I had a fever.

"Enough, Alice. You were the one who shamelessly married me back then. I didn't want to marry you."

"You're also the one who ran away right after giving birth to George at the hospital. What right do you have to say such things?"

Johnson's eyes looked like they were about to shoot fire.

"Do you know how much I wanted to kill you when I came back with all those supplements and couldn't find you?"

Following his gaze, I surprisingly saw a hint of grievance in his eyes.

"That's because I never loved you, Johnson."

"I only got together with you for money. I told you that five years ago."

"Fine, fine."

Johnson nodded, grabbed me, and pushed me forward.

I hit the car's side mirror, making my head even dizzier.

"Tie her to the back of the car. Don't give her protective gear. Just drag her for five laps."