No Return for Love Chapter 3

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While unconscious, Ethan and Enya dragged me to a Clubhouse. The moment I entered, the
guests recognized me.
“Well, well, isn’t this the woman from that online video? What’s this, slumming it here looking
for men?”
“She looks even older than she does in the video, but her figure’s alright. If you cover her face,
she’s barely passable.”
“Hey, buddy, how much for a quickie? Give me the friend discount, film whatever you want,
just remember to use a beauty filter!”
Before Ethan could speak, Enya cut in, “Everyone here today gets a turn, it’s on the house! You all know the rules; don’t worry, we won’t film your faces. But don’t hurt my sister. She’s weak, so be gentle with her.
With that, the group swarmed into the private room like hungry wolves. Some were busy taking pictures, others were drinking medicine; the whole scene was utter chaos. Ethan sat to the side, his brow furrowed, seemingly disturbed by it all. “Isn’t this going too far?” He said to Enya in a
low voice.
While adjusting the camera, Enya pouted unhappily. “Ethan, you promised me! She pushed me today. Are you regretting it now? I just want to teach her a lesson, or who knows how she’ll treat our child in the future! Don’t you want our child to be born safely?”
Listening to Enya, Ethan’s last shred of guilt vanished instantly. He pulled Enya to sit beside him, watching the “show” with morbid fascination.
My body went limp, and I collapsed onto the sofa. My mind was hazy, but I could still hear everything around me. An icy hatred surged through me. I struggled desperately, but I was too weak. The moment the camera started rolling, a group of men pounced on me. Although the
drugs dulled the pain, I could still feel my dignity being trampled on, piece by piece. In my coma, tears streamed from my eyes. I couldn’t understand why the man I had once loved so deeply would treat me this way. Must loving someone mean enduring such pain and humiliation?
In the dim light, scarlet blood spread across the sofa, unnoticed. My consciousness gradually faded into darkness. In my last moments, I heard Enya say, “Ethan, don’t worry. This drug is trending online; she won’t remember anything when she wakes up.”
When I awoke, I found myself in a sterile, white room–not a clubhouse suite, but a ward. A nurse came to change my dressing, her movements surprisingly rough. I cried out in pain, “It hurts!” The nurse gave me a cold look and said disdainfully, “Alright, stop pretending. None of you in your line of work are any good. You’re all just cheap sluts who destroy families, and you
deserve to die!”
The needle pierced my skin repeatedly, quickly covering the back of my hand with bruises and needle marks, until there was no undamaged flesh left. Only then was the medication fir
ធ injected. Remembering everything that happened last night, I couldn’t hold back any longer and burst into tears. Enya lied to me. This medicine doesn’t erase memories at all. Those painful
experiences, like nightmares, haunt me and I can’t escape them.
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experiences, like nightmares, haunt me and I can’t escape them.
As the drug’s effects faded, I looked at the red marks covering my body, my heart aching
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so intensely I could barely breathe. Without hesitation, I grabbed my phone and dioded Pyors number. If I were gang–raped, would you still marry me?” I asked, my voice trembling
Ryan was silent for only two seconds before he immediately understood what had
happened. “Leave all of this to me. You don’t need to worry about anything just wat peacety for our wedding. I will avenge all the suffering you’ve endured.” His voice, firm and strong tha a flicker of warmth and hope.