He Bought Her Heart, Then Destroyed It novel Chapter 9

“Heather, over these years, there have been countless women around him, but none could stay for a year. Do you know why?”

“Because I told him seven years ago, I was the one who called the police and saved him from the kidnappers.”

Heather’s jaw dropped—seven years ago, the person who saved James was...

“It was you, of course I know, my good sister.”

Helen smiled with immense satisfaction.

“But would he still believe you?”

“Would he believe that you left him because you were too badly hurt and didn’t want to drag him down?”

“Would he believe that nothing happened between you and Luke? That you two are completely innocent?”

“He won’t believe it.”

Helen was so sure, it felt like she was delivering her death sentence.

“Do you know how much James cares about you and Luke being together?”

“I had him reconstruct my hymen for him, but on our first night together, when he held me, he shouted your name. He said, ‘How I wish you only belong to me forever...’”

Helen laughed through tears, her expression twisted and grotesque, no longer the pitiful look she usually wore.

Just then, the caregiver knocked and brought in lunch. As the caregiver brought out the porridge, Helen’s eyes gleamed with cunning.

“Give it to me.”

“Be careful, it’s very hot.”

The caregiver pushed the cart out, and Helen suddenly lifted her head and flashed Heather a strange smile.

“Sis, since you’re about to die anyway, why not do me a favor before you go?”

She then raised the bowl and poured the scalding hot porridge all over Heather’s thighs.

“Ah!”

Heather jumped up from the bed, falling to the floor in a mess of pain.

Helen laughed, breathless.

“Sis, you look so funny…”

Her laughter stopped abruptly as the door to the hospital room opened. James’s tall figure stood in the doorway.

“What happened?”

“Brother-in-law…”

Helen immediately ran over and threw herself into his arms, feeling aggrieved.

“I was feeding my sister porridge, but she got angry and knocked the bowl over. Look, my hand got burned…”

James glanced at her hand and immediately furrowed his brows.

“Heather, what are you causing trouble for again? Why are you taking it out on Helen? Do you know how worried she was when you were unconscious?”

“She was worried about you all day, and here you are, bullying her. Is this how you act as an older sister?”

“This... It might be hard to keep it a secret, but I will try my best.”

“Thank you, Doctor Smith.”

Leaving the hospital, Heather walked slowly along the street.

At the corner of the street was a bridal shop, and its window reflected her haggard face.

What came to her mind, however, was the scene from years ago when she and James had passed by this shop.

At that time, the beautiful wedding dresses in the shop window were an unattainable luxury for them.

But James had the most loving heart in the world for her.

He had held her hand and said that when they had money, he would give her the grandest wedding, with her wearing the most expensive wedding dress, and becoming his most beautiful bride in front of everyone’s envious gaze.

Heather couldn't help but smile at the thought, but as she smiled, her eyes reddened.

She had indeed married him later.

But there was no wedding, not even a simple white dress. She had become the most miserable bride in the world.

On their wedding night, he brought another woman to their wedding room, made love with her, and forced her to kneel at the door, listening, and later made her clean up after the other woman.

For the past three years, he had been humiliating her in countless ways.

At this point, Heather’s phone rang, interrupting her thoughts.

She glanced at the unfamiliar number.