Each and every sentence was stabbing Hana in the heart.
That afternoon, Hana went back alone to the village where she and Hector had lived. In the end, the villagers told Hana that Hector had not been living there for a very long time. He had bought a house at the intersection between the city and the suburbs of South City. He even opened a store there and had been doing quite well in the past few years. Hana then hid i n the poor house that they had originally been living i n, and cried inconsolably while hugging some of the small clothes that her daughter had left behind.
What had she done wrong for the Heavens to punish her like that? She had lost her mother growing up. She then lived an incomparably poor and miserable life with her father. After she grew up a little, her father married her stepmother, and she began abusing her. She was finally saved by someone with great difficulty, but that person caused her a lifetime of misery instead. At that point, her reputation had been tattered. She was labeled as a sl*t, wh*re, a woman who had never taken care of her daughter, and many other names. She could ignore all of that. However, her daughter did not wish to acknowledge her as her mother. At that moment, Hana even had the thought o f killing someone. Right at that time, Hector came, i "I knew you would hide here. Hana Sharpe! You
brought this on yourself!" A very well-dressed Hector, who was dressing in casual clothes, appeared coldly i n front of Hana.
"What exactly have I done wrong? I was the one who gave birth to my daughter. The family properties were my hard-earned money. Hector, what exactly have I done wrong?” Hana looked at Hector with tearful eyes.
Hector sneered. "Hana Sharpe! You were wrong to be flirting with those men behind my back! It is your fault to have men after men who liked you! When you replenished your stocks in the middle of the night! When you got on the train while carrying such a big bag, if it weren't for those men who helped you, could you have gotten on the train yourself?
"You were in the wrong to be having an affair with that d*mned young man behind my back! Look at how sl*tty you and he behaved in bed! Hana Sharpe, look at how sl*tty you were! You were absolutely born to be a call girl! You were even cheaper than those call girls! They were selling their body for money, but what about you? Not only did you spread your legs wide, but you took the initiative to greet the man! You even lose money instead of being paid! Do you think your man i s dead?"
Hana cried and gritted her teeth. "Hector Laven! Are you even my mane? We're not married! You are not my husband!"
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