Chapter 1

　　It's so hot. 　　Zoey Fu imagined that she had been thrown into magma. Her body felt alien to her. She looked at the stranger in front of her, and began to panic. 　　"Stop! Stop, don’t, don’t c-c-come ne-near me..." 　　"Baby, don't be afraid, you look so beautiful, I will be very gentle." The man had a lewd look on his face. 　　Zoey screamed, but she couldn't muster enough strength to resist him, and the man easily tore her skirt off. She fell straight to the bed. 　　The man grabbed her legs and wrapped them around his waist. He lay on top of her and began kissing her. 　　Bang! The door flew open. 　　It was her husband, Jerome. He was still dressed for work, in a crisp black coat and dress shoes. His handsome face was frosty. 　　"J-J-Jerome, help, help me," Zoey said, as she reached out to him. She was sweating profusely. 　　The man was frightened and rolled down from the bed." Mr. Fu, it's not what you see. This woman seduced me. She asked me to come to the hotel and take drugs with her!" 　　"B-b-bullshit!” Zoey stammered. Her face was flushed and her hand trembled. " “J-Jerome I-I-I came h-here after re-re-receiving your mess-message…" 　　Jerome seized her by the chin. "When did I send you a text message?" 　　Zoey took out her mobile phone. She scrolled up and down, and searched in vain for the text message that had brought her to the hotel. 　　Jerome grabbed it, and looked through her Inbox. He found nothing. He exited and went to her sent messages. There was nothing but a single message, sent out to an unknown number, saying simply, “See you at the same place, baby.” 　　Zoey was stunned. 　　Jerome dialed out the number, and a mobile phone at the bedside table of the hotel rang. 　　The man knelt at Jerome's feet. "Mr. Fu, do you believe it now? It's really her who had sent the message.” 　　Jerome kicked the man on the chest, and he stumbled back by half a meter. He doubled over in pain and spat out a mouthful of blood. 　　He turned to his wife. “How could you do this to me?” 　　"No..." Zoey tried to think, but the drugs in her system muddled her thoughts. At last, she put out her little white hand and rubbed it on his chest. "I-I-It's so h-hot. Help m-m-me..." 　　Jerome could not believe what he was seeing. His wife was high as a kite. He turned his attention back to the man. "Take this idiot back to the old house. Don't kill him." 　　Without saying a word, Jerome's bodyguard immediately dragged the man out of the room, and closed the door behind him. 　　Jerome grabbed Zoey by the wrist and dragged her into the bathroom. He threw her into the bathtub and turned on the faucet. Cool water poured down on her from above. 　　It was wintertime. The motel, a very cheap one, had a heated shower but the valve was broken. Cold water flowed. Now her skin felt like it was being cut by a knife. Her teeth were chattering. She could not stand straight, and her head felt like someone was pounding on it." I, I’m sick, I-I-I feel si-sick, p-p-p-please..." 　　"Where did that man touch you?" Jerome's eyes were as cold as the water that poured on her. "Did he touch your chest, your legs…did he touch everything?" 　　"No! No! No!" 　　"Don't you remember? It seems that you need to disinfect your whole body!" 　　As the tub was filled with water, Zoey started having another panic attack and started gasping for air. 　　Jerome sneered and turned to the corner to pick up the disinfectant placed in the hotel. He poured the entire contents of the bottle on her. The pungent smell of disinfectant permeated the whole bathroom and made her gag. 　　She rambled on, "You-you-you’re my hus-husband, w-w-w-why do-don’t you h-help me?" 　　There was an awkward silence in the bathroom, then Jerome suddenly grabbed her from behind and rudely lifted her out of the water. Unable to support herself, her upper body slipped back into the bathtub. The water mixed with disinfectant entered her mouth and nose, and she struggled for air. 　　Suddenly, there was pain as Jerome forced himself into her. It's not her first time, he noted. Jerome increased his rhythm, and Zoey suffocated as she tried to breathe. 　　Jerome gripped the back of her head, and in a sinister voice, asked her, "Zoey, do you need other men to make you happy?" 　　"Look at yourself. You're so cheap. Does it make you happy, spending time with different men?" 　　Zoey felt ashamed and let him choke her. She clenched her teeth to avoid make any sound.