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Captivity of Love

After being framed for a fatal accident by Megan Hurley, Sherlyn loses everything, including her life, when her husband Eugene kills her in a fit of rage. Granted a second chance, she wakes up on the very day the original tragedy occurred. This time, Sherlyn decides to step back and let fate take its course without her interference. As she embraces her indifference, a desperate Eugene eventually comes crawling back, haunted by the sudden absence of her care.
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Chapter 2

That was truly hateful and ridiculous. I laughed at Eugene for degrading to the point of loving a scheming woman who tried to destroy everything he had. I laughed at myself even more, for not misjudging people and thus bringing harm to my family.

Ignoring the pain radiating through my body, I gritted my teeth and pushed myself up, leaning on the window ledge. As I approached Eugene, I suddenly leaped forward and bit his ear.

Eugene, enraged by my action, kicked me viciously on the foot.

A piercing pain shot through my ankle, and I stumbled back a few steps. Suddenly, my body was suspended in mid-air, plummeting downwards...

In a daze, I saw Eugene give me a cold, mocking smile. "Sherlyn, this is your karma! If there's a next life, I'll definitely correct my mistake and never let go of Megan again. As for you, go to hell and reunite with your damn father!'

4

The pain of my bones shattering and piercing through my internal organs pulled at my nerves.

The sensation of falling made me gasp for breath.

After a wave of intense dizziness, my vision gradually cleared.

I saw Eugene at the age of 18.

He was pinned to the ground by a group of people, forced to lie there panting helplessly.

His exposed skin was covered in bruises.

And Megan, who was held down on one knee, faced Eugene and cried pitifully.

I stood at the entrance of the alley and watched for a moment.

Sensing my gaze, Eugene struggled to turn to look at me.

His eyes lit up with a glimmer of hope.

His voice was hoarse. "Sherlyn, save me quickly."

The scene was the same as in my previous life, and I clenched my fists tightly.

So, I was reborn, back to ten years ago.

The fear of falling from the high building and the suffocating pain still gripped my heart.

Looking at the desperate plea for help in Eugene's eyes, I only felt hatred and ridicule.

I thought, ”Eugene, this time, I will never interfere in your disgusting love game. You deserve to rot to death in this dark alley."

Ignoring Eugene's plea, I turned around without hesitation and walked towards the school.

In this lifetime, he deserved all the misery brought by Megan.

5

The next day, I had just arrived at the classroom for morning self-study when Eden Tanner, my head teacher, hurriedly called me into the office. "Sherlyn, there's something I want to ask you."

Seeing Eugene standing with downcast eyes beside the desk and Jaycee Hampton, Eugene's mother, standing beside him with an angry expression, I instantly understood what was going on.

Upon seeing me, Eden cleared his throat. But before he could speak, Jaycee rushed forward with a furious face.

She raised her hand and slapped me hard on the face. "Sherlyn, I'm so disappointed in you!"

She swung her arm again for another blow, but Eden stopped her sternly. "Mrs. Carson, what are you doing? Let's talk calmly."

My face stung with pain, and my head buzzed.

I covered my face and looked up coldly.

Jaycee, standing not far away, was filled with resentment, pointing at me and scolding, "Sherlyn, how could you be so vicious? Look what the thugs you hired did to Eugene."

I turned to look at Eugene, who was still glaring at me, and sneered inwardly.

It seemed he had not explained that he got injured while protecting Megan.

I put down my hand, revealing a bright red handprint on my cheek. "Eugene, since you were beaten up, why didn't you call the police?"

My question plunged the office into silence once again.

Eugene's gaze fell on my face, and a fleeting trace of nervousness flashed in his eyes.

Instantly, I understood. He was worried that Jaycee would find out about Megan.

After all, Jaycee had a strong desire to control him.

If she knew about his signs of puppy love, she would probably beat him half to death.

I met Eugene's warning gaze and slowly took out my phone. "Now that you insist I hired those guys, let's call the police."

Seeing that I was serious, Eugene, who had been silent throughout, suddenly said, "You can't do that!"

He glared at me fiercely and gritted his teeth. "Mom, Sherlyn and I grew up together. Making a big deal out of this will hurt the relationship between our two families."

Jaycee's expression changed drastically. She probably remembered something.

At this point, the Carson family had already declined and needed my family's help.

6

After comforting his mother, Eugene bowed deeply to Eden.

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