Sylvia was arranging flowers in a vase when a series of conversation traveled down from upstairs.

“She still hasn’t got pregnant yet? It’s been three years already since she married to my brother. What’s happening?” asked her sister-in-law in a sarcastic tone.

“No idea,” her mother-in-law sneered. “The doctor couldn’t diagnose any problems with her. Maybe she was infertile.”

“It’s so annoying! We put a roof over her head and fed her with good food! Yet she couldn’t even give my poor brother a single child. What a waste of our money!”

Overhearing their conversations, Sylvia tightened her grip on the rose, which pricked her finger, but she couldn’t feel the pain at all.

A tear hung on her thick, long eyelashes, threatening to fall.

She had married to Tim Reed for 1 year and half already. But there was still no child.

Everyone blamed her for this.

But no one knew that the problem was not on her side. It was her husband.

Tim was impotent. He never laid a single finger on her since their wedding night—not that he didn’t want to. He just couldn’t.

He even threatened Sylvia to keep this secret for him. If she dared to say anything to anyone, he would kill her.

The click of high heels traveled downstairs. Sylvia looked up and found her sister-in-law Julie marching into the living room from the second floor.

“What are you looking at!” Julie snapped.

Sylvia quickly looked down at her flowers. She didn’t want to start a fight with Julie.

Yet Julie was determined to seek for troubles. She strode over and snatched the rose from Sylvia’s hand, “Stop messing with my flowers! If you have the time, you might as well go spend some time with my brother, which may help you get pregnant sooner!”

Sylvia’s face turned pale.

Only she knew that no matter how much time she spent with Tim, there would still be no baby.

But she couldn’t say anything.

Julie darted her a glare and pushed the vase down the table. It dropped to the ground and scattered into a million pieces.

“Clean up the mess. If that’s the only thing you are capable of,” said Julie arrogantly before marching away.

Sylvia crouched down quietly and started picking up those pieces. The tears she had been holding finally streamed down her beautiful face.

Before she got married, she was also a little princess at home. They had servants so she never had to worry about house chores.

Her parents arranged this marriage for her. They told her that Tim was a decent guy, and she would be happy with him. And more importantly, her parent’s company was having a financial crisis and needed Tim’s help to overcome the difficulty.

So she got married with hopes of a bright future and happy marriage.

But her life had turned into hell after that.

Sylvia was still cleaning the mess when the study’s door burst open making a huge thump.

She was startled and a glass piece slipped through her grasp. It cut her finger, causing blood to ooze out.

Standing by the study’s door was her husband, Tim Reed.

He looked down at the mess on the floor as a furious look came across his face.

“What the hell did you do! Look at the mess!” he roared in rage. “I don’t want live in a fucking pig sty for fuck’s sake!”

Sylvia’s finger was still bleeding. But he paid no attention to that.

With a mortified look on her face, Sylvia tried to explain weakly, “Tim it wasn’t me. Julie walked by earlier and she—”

She couldn’t finish before Tim charged forward and started swearing horribly at her, “What the fuck did you say? Are you seriously accusing my sister for this? We fed you, sheltered you and clothed you. And that’s how you pay us back?!”

Sylvia quivered in fear.

Tim had always had a very bad temper. He couldn’t perform sexually in the bedroom, so he had to find other sources to vent out his anger.

Sylvia was his punchbag.

Knowing that Tim wouldn’t treat her justly, Sylvia decided to shut her mouth about what happened earlier, “I’m sorry…I’ll clean it up…”

Tim let out a cold snort and turned on his heels, ready to leave.

“And…” Sylvia clenched her fists watching his back and spoke up weakly again, “I heard mother talking to Julie earlier—about our child. They were starting to get very worried about us…”

She simply wanted to have a discussion with Tim.

They should at least come up with a rhetoric to explain their current situation.

But Tim clearly took it the wrong way.

Jerking back furiously, Tim rose his arm up high and landed a hot slap on Sylvia’s face!

Bang!

Sylvia let out a low cry and staggered back, holding her burning cheek. She tripped on a broken glass and fell to the ground.

Pieces of glasses dug into her flesh the next second, leaving her with many small cuts on her hands and legs.

Tim strode over and grabbed her by her hair, forcing her to look up.

“Are you fucking blaming me right now?” he hissed dangerously, “Are you calling me impotence?!”

“N—No…” Sylvia shook her head in tears, her face twisted in pain.

“If you dare tell anyone about this, I’ll fucking skin you alive!” he threatened.

He tossed Sylvia aside ruthlessly.

She sobbed and tried to cover her bleeding wounds with her hands. But there were so many of them. She couldn’t manage.

A door opened up on the second floor and a head sticked out from it.

“What’s the matter?” asked her mother-in-law Mary disapprovingly.

“…Nothing mom,” Tim looked up with a smile. “Sylvia was just being clumsy again. I was telling her to clean up the mess.”

Mary’s lips twitched. She casted a dark look at Sylvia before returning to her room, mumbling crossly:

“…Useless idiot…talking about a hen that couldn’t lay eggs…”

Tim left the living room as well, leaving Sylvia to kneel by those broken pieces alone with a swollen face.

She slowly pulled herself up from the floor and staggered towards the front door.

She had had it enough.

That’s it. She was going to run back to her own home today and to tell her parents that she was getting a divorce with Tim!

He parents loved her very much. They would definitely support her!

She rushed out of Tim’s house, jumped into a car, and rushed back home.

When she arrived, all her parents and her sister Mila were there.

Sylvia stepped in through the front door and caught them right in the middle of a conversation:

“…Sylvia was so useless,” her mother complained irritably. “Tim’s family was very unhappy right because of her infertility. I’m afraid they might ask for a divorce.”

“They can’t divorce! They’ll pull the fund from our company, and we are screwed!” cried her father.

“Don’t worry about it, mom and dad. You still have me,” Mila giggled. “I heard Tim’s uncle is a hot billionaire who had even more money than Tim does. He was richest bachelor in town. Tim was a nobody compared to him. I’ll go seduce him. When I successfully land him, we’ll never have to worry about money ever.”

“That’s our girl. You are so much better than your sister,” her father said proudly.

“And we’ll let Sylvia deal with her own issue. It was her problem she couldn’t get pregnant,” her mom said with a cold voice.

Having heard everything by the door, Sylvia’s entire body turned cold.