Reclaiming Her Heart

Chapter 1095 Thought Brody Would Be Her Hero Ann felt nothing but disgust when she heard him say that.

But the phone was in the man's hand, and she couldn't hang up.

On the other end, Brody was still rambling on about how good Ann used to be. When Brody woke up hungover, there was always porridge; there were always stomach pills in the car; if Brody chlate, she would always pick him up, even though she was busy with her own work.

Brody talked for three minutes straight, but then he heard a man's laughter on the other end. "Ann, let your husband hear your voice." This sentence was truly vile, crushing Ann's dignity completely.

Her face turned pale instantly, and she used all her strength to reach for the phone, but the man suddenly accelerated his thrusts, causing her to be in so much pain that she lost her strength, and a muffled groan escaped her throat. Brody wasn't an idiot; the alcohol had sobered him up by now. He had had sex with Jessica many times, so he knew exactly what was happening on the other end.

When Ann was with him, she would even refuse to kiss, saying she wasn't mentally ready.

But it hadn't been that long, and now she could have sex with another man while on the phone.

"You liar! When I wanted to be with you, you said you had psychological issues. But now you're doing this with someone else? Ann, aren't you just a hypocrite? Did you turn into a prostitute after leaving me? Why else would anyone want to touch you? I see that you allowed your stepfather to touch you, so it must have been consensual. You're just a slut; any man can have you, right?" Ann's tears flowed instantly, but the man behind her showed no mercy.

Her tears fell in large drops onto the sofa, but she bit her lip hard, remembering his cruel words.

He didn't care about the tears of a woman he despised; they only made him feel more disgusted.

Even though her dignity was being trampled on and she was being repeatedly insulted by these two men, she couldn't cry out loud.

She blamed herself for misjudging Brody seven years ago, thinking he was her savior.

And she blamed herself for being so cheap seven years later, ending up in this man's bed.

She trembled and curled up, listening to Brody's curses in her ear, feeling nothing but humiliation.

Finally, she quietly begged him. "Can you finish quickly, please?" Her voice was very soft, but Brody still heard it and started cursing again.

Her voice was tinged with sobs, but the man listening showed no sympathy. Instead, he agreed with what Brody had said. "I actually think your ex-boyfriend has a point. You really are pathetic." Ann's body stiffened, and she gripped the sofa beneath her tightly, not daring to beg him anymore.

The man hung up the phone, and his thrusts beceven more forceful.

An hour later, this one-sided venting finally ended.

He glanced at her indifferently and went to the bathroom to shower.

After showering, he changed into a new suit, leaving the old one by the sofa.

He was back to looking perfectly put together.

Ann pulled a blanket over herself to cover her body and heard him say, "Wash my suit by hand. I want to wear it next tI cover." "Okay," Ann replied.

"From now on, when I text you, chere, take a shower, and wait for me. Don't let anyone know about our relationship," the man said.

"Okay." She kept her head down, agreeing to everything he said.

The man raised an eyebrow, walked over, and pinched her chin, examining her face closely.

Ann was a gentle woman, the kind who seemed destined to be a good homemaker. If she had children, she would be a nurturing mother and a dignified wife. But he had no shortage of women in his life. If he wanted to marry, countless socialites would vie for his attention.

But after hearing Brody's detailed account, he felt a slight twinge in his heart.

Ann was forced to look up at him, and she saw a flash of disgust in his eyes.

"Your ex-boyfriend just said you were fit to be a good wife and mother. What kind of good wife and mother would have sex with others?" the man sneered.

Ann's fingers tightened instantly, but she couldn't feel the pain anymore. This kind of humiliation was routine; she had to endure it.

Only when he got tired of her would she be free.

The man let go of her chin and strode towards the door, not forgetting to remind her. "Don't forget to wash the suit. Be ready whenever I call." Ann lowered her eyelashes and waited until she was sure the man had left before she slowly clutched the blanket in her hand.

Her tears had dried up. No matter how hurtful the words were, they would only sting for a moment.

Her current emotional breakdown was simply because she had trusted Brody too much back then, sharing back her deepest, most painful secrets with him. When she talked about her stepfather sexually harassing her, she would cry and hold Brody' hand. At that time, she believed Brody would protect her, that he would be her hero.

But now, her vulnerability had only armed him with the weapon to hurt her.

So, women should be cautious about sharing their most shameful secrets theorets with their partners. One day, they might be betrayed, and that would be a hundred times more painful than the deepest wound. ************

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