Ethan gazed at Wendy, his frustration simmering just below the surface.She was so familiar, yet in this moment, like a complete stranger.

Wendy's usual gentle and compliant nature vanished when her boundaries were crossed. She became unyielding, impervious to both persuasion and force.

In the past, when bullied, she would silently shed a few tears and quickly regain her composure. But now, her newfound resilience left Ethan at a loss, unsure how to break her completely.

People say that pain teaches lessons, making one cautious not to repeat mistakes. Ethan looked at Wendy's stubborn expression and felt a dark thought arise.

"Seems like I've been too soft on you before, letting you get this bold and forget your place!"

With that, Ethan grabbed Wendy's wrist like a vice, yanking her off the floor.

Wendy, already fragile and weak, felt herseIf being lifted like a feather caught in a gust of wind. Her body, frail and weightless, was nothing like that of a healthy adult woman.

"Let go of me! I can walk on my own!" Wendy cried out, struggling fiercely.

Ethan ignored her pleas, tightening his grip and wrapping his other arm around her waist, striding towards her old bedroom.

Once inside, he threw Wendy onto the bed without mercy.

Wendy's eyes widened in terror as she shrank into the corner of the bed.the pain from his rough treatment stilI fresh. She was genuinely scared; no one likes pain, and that last yank was more than enough.

Ethan sneered at her frightened demeanor. "You really think I'm interested in fucking someone as flimsy as you?"

Wendy lowered her head, biting her lip, her hands trembling with humiliation and despair.

Ethan turned to rummage through Wendy's bag, his eyes briefly passing over some medication, which he dismissed as trivial.

Moments later, he pulled out a set of keys and her phone.

"You seem fine. Three days without food shouldn't be a problem."

His voice was cold, devoid of any warmth, sending a shiver down Wendy's spine.

"You.,. you're going to lock me in here for three days?" Wendy looked up in disbelief, her eyes filled with fear and pleading.

Ethan wasn't bluffing. His cold gaze swept over Wendy before he turned and walked out.

"No, please!" Wendy, desperate, ignored her pain and scrambled off the bed,stumbling after him.

But in her weakened state, chasing after Ethan was a futile effort. The door slammed shut with a force that shook the room.

Wendy felt like she had fallen into an ice pit, her body cold and trembling.

Three days without food would break even the healthiest of people, let

alone someone as gravely ill as Wendy.

Tears streamed down her face as she pounded on the door. "Ethan, let me out! I'm not well, I really don't feel well!"

Outside, Ethan locked the door, the keys jingling in his hand. He stared at the door, imagining Wendy's tear-streaked,terrified face.

He smirked coldly. "What does that have to do with me?"

To Ethan, Wendy's health had deteriorated, but three days without food wouldn't kill her. There was water in the room; she wouldn't die from just drinking water.

He was determined to teach Wendy a lesson she'd never forget,ensuring she'd never defy him again.

Wendy continued to pound on the door, her cries muffled by the room's soundproofing.

"Ethan, I'll die!"

"Ethan, I can't take it anymore."

"I really can't hold on."

Tears flowed uncontrollably, soaking her clothes.

The silence outside was deafening. Wendy didn't know if Ethan could hear her, but she was cèrtain he didn't care about her well-being.

She stopped crying abruptly, wiping her tears with trembling hands,and slid down the door, curling up on the cold floor.

Biting her hand to stop herself from crying, she thought about her youth,

her love, her marriage-all tied to Ethan,and now seemingly ending by his hand.

"Ethan, I've loved you for so many years. How can you treat me like this?"

Wendy's sobs were filled with sorrow.

She had only had a glass of milk for breakfast and was now starving,her stomach cramping painfully.

Fighting the pain, Wendy crawled to the bathroom and vomited into the toilet,but only bile came up, burning her throat.

She knew she couldn't keep vomiting or she'd start bleeding. She clamped her mouth shut, stifling her groans.

Back in the room, Wendy shakily opened her bag, taking ouat two bottles of medication. These pills were her lifeline for the next three days.

With no bottled water, she swallowed'the pills with tap water,the dry tablets sticking in her throat, dissolving slowly with a bitter taste.

Wendy,struggling not to gag, forced the pills down, but her stomach rebelled, and she nearly vomited them back up. She clamped her mouth shut, the bitter taste lingering.

Curled up on the bed, Wendy waited from day to night. The room, once warm, now felt freezing, her consciousness fading.

Her pupils trembled with fear as the light dimmed. She buried herself under the covers like a frightened turtle.

Outside, thunder roared, and lightning lit upthe night, illuminating the room.

The once cozy bedroom now felt eerie and terrifying.