"Young Mistress, Young Marshal said that he would stay at the Intoxicated Fragrance Pavilion tonight and would not come back. He also said that he wanted you to love yourself. Don't take advantage of his absence to find other men."
Emily Smith ridiculed herself and waved her hand, causing the maidservant to pour out the food that had been heated over and over again. Then, she turned around and went into the inner room, extinguishing the light.
She could not remember how many times the young general, David Miller, hadn't gone home for the night.
Since they got married three years ago, David had only returned home a few times. Even when he returned home, he had brought a few gorgeous girls into the room and drove Emily to the maid's room to sleep. So much so that she, the young mistress of the Millers, had become a joke in the entire family. Even a maid dared not look at her seriously.
Emily was lying on the bed, and the scene of David hugging and hugging others in the Intoxicated Fragrance Pavilion kept appearing in her mind. A row of clear tears fell from the corner of her eyes, and she fell asleep in a daze.
Late at night, half asleep and half awake, she felt a heavy weight on her body.
Before Emily could open her eyes, her nightgown was roughly lifted up by a large hand.
The piercing pain immediately woke her up.
The long—lost and violent collision made Emily clench her teeth in pain, and a burst of heart—piercing and fiery pain swept through her entire body.
"It hurts..." Emily sobbed softly like a gossamer, but the man on her body was not moved. Instead, he charged even more violently. He bent down and spat out a strong smell of alcohol on Emily's face.
"Rose, I want you..." The man crashed into Emily while wantonly calling out the name of another woman. At the same time, a stream of blood flowed out from Emily's leg.
Emily's entire body trembled. She didn't know if it was her own blood or the name from the man’s mouth that stimulated her. She used all of her strength and shouted, "David, I'm not Rose Black. She's already your stepmother. You can't have indiscriminate thoughts about her anymore..."
Before she could finish speaking, the man had already pulled Emily away from his body.
At this moment, he was glaring at her fiercely. He raised his hand and took out a pure gold pistol from his waist. He firmly pressed it against the back of Emily's head and shouted, "Emily, say one more word. Do you believe that I will immediately kill you?"
Emily was speechless, but tears kept flowing out of her eyes, soaking the bed.
Rose, David's first love, was also his favorite woman. In the end, she married David's father, the warlord Joe Miller, and became David's stepmother.
David sat on Emily's body and gasped for breath. Finally, he threw the pistol onto the ground dejectedly and roared at Emily impatiently, "I'm going to sleep here tonight. Go to the maidservant's room."
Emily bit her lips and silently prepared to get up from the bed and put away her clothes. At this moment, a maidservant suddenly ran into the room. Without knocking on the door, she pushed the door open and knelt on the ground, shouting at David.
"Young Marshal! Hurry up and take a look, Marshal doesn't seem to be able to do it anymore!"
"What?" David was shocked. He immediately got out of bed, put on his military uniform, and ran out with the maidservant, leaving behind Emily and a pool of blood beneath her.
When Emily put on her clothes and weakly rushed to Joe' s residence, the door was already filled with people. When everyone saw Emily, they revealed a look of contempt and spread out like they were avoiding a plague, making way for her.
After so many years of treatment in the Miller Manor, Emily was not surprised. She did not say a word and walked expressionlessly into Joe' s room from the path everyone had left.
Inside the room, David was standing in front of the bed, his eyebrows knitted tightly, and his eyes were deep. No one knew what he was thinking.
Rose, who was wearing a snow—white satin cheongsam, knelt in front of the couch and covered his face as he cried out.
Emily took a deep breath and walked over with small steps. In front of the general's bed, she knelt down and shouted, "Father..."
Old Master Miller was the only person in the Marshal's Mansion who treated her well and took a fancy to her.
She still remembered that every time David bullied her and even wanted to divorce her, it was Old Master Miller who protected her.
Unfortunately, the only person who treated her well was no longer there.
After earnestly kowtowing, Emily wiped the corner of her eyes with Handkerchief, walked a few steps to David's side, and tugged at his sleeve, "David, I have something to tell you."
David narrowed his eyes and stared at her coldly. In the end, he actually followed her out of the room.
As soon as she left the room, Emily stopped in front of David and said, "David, Old Master Miller has already left. Let's divorce together."
