After He Ruined Me He Begged Me To Stay Novel by Seraphina_4ever _ Novel




After He Ruined Me He Begged Me To Stay Chapter 01

After refusing to perform a hymen repair surgery on Arianna Shepard, Genevieve Rolle was kidnapped.
They crushed three of her fingers and severed the tendons in her right wrist, effectively shattering any hope of the brilliant medical career she was meant to have.
The searing pain shot through her entire body, making her shake.
Genevieve had to admit that Arianna was the craziest, most lovesick patient she had ever met!
In just six months, she'd undergone 99 hymenoplasty procedures—all just to satisfy her boyfriend's twisted craving for novelty.
Genevieve had tried to talk some sense into her, that she needed to take care of her own body.
But Arianna shot back with a manic look in her eyes, "You have no idea how much he loves me!
"He cooks soup for me himself! How could I bear to disappoint him?"
That bastard got what he wanted, but Genevieve was on the verge of despair.
The intense pain had her gasping for air, and the blood loss made her body temperature plummet!
Even so, she kept trying to reason with Arianna.
"Ms. Shepard, your body has reached its limit. Another surgery is too dangerous. And I refuse to break my professional code for this!"
But Arianna wouldn't listen and slapped Genevieve hard across the face.
Blood spurted from Genevieve's mouth.
"Spare me the ethics crap!" Arianna snapped. "You're just jealous I have a boyfriend who loves me! You're trying to ruin what I have on purpose!"
Genevieve almost laughed.
But before she could respond, the door to the abandoned factory swung open.
Arianna panicked and quickly ordered her bodyguard to gag Genevieve and shove a burlap sack over her head.
"Jack, what took you so long?
"This is the doctor I told you about, the one who deliberately cut my hand! You have to teach her a lesson!"
Through a small tear in the sack, Genevieve could make out the scene.
Arianna clung to the man's chest, playing the victim as she cried pitifully, her earlier viciousness completely gone.
But when Genevieve saw the man's face clearly, she went rigid, stopping her struggle, her eyes widening in disbelief.
Jack? Jackson Wescott?!
Arianna's novelty-seeking boyfriend was Genevieve's husband of three years!
Moonlight traced Jackson's sharp, cold profile. His charming eyes had taken on a hungry, lustful glint.
He pulled Arianna closer, idly toying with a strand of her hair. "The bodyguard said you went to the hospital again today.
"Are you trying to make me die on top of you?"
Arianna blushed and asked him coyly, "So, who do you love more, me or Genevieve?"
Jackson gave a playful smirk, though his eyes flashed with a cold warning.
"Drop it. Don't be a killjoy. I've told you, she'll remain my wife and the love of my life forever.
"How long I keep you around is up to you. Show me you're worth the trouble."
Arianna gave an unhappy huff, but she still rose on her toes and kissed him on the lips.
Jackson quickly deepened the kiss.
Soft, rhythmic sounds of kissing echoed through the silence, and the very air felt charged with an undeniable, intoxicating heat.
Genevieve was heartbroken. Memories of everything Arianna had said over the last six months came rushing back, unbidden and unstoppable.
"He cooks for me, grows me a garden of roses, and takes me on trips around the world!"
But it was Genevieve who had taught him to cook, given him the rose seeds, and meticulously planned every single trip he went on.
"He's unbelievable in bed, leaving me sore and unable to move for days afterward."
But whenever he was with Genevieve, Jackson held himself back, never truly letting go, and sometimes he even had to finish himself off.
"He told me he's head over heels for me. He says he can't wait another moment to make me his wife!"
But the year Jackson married Genevieve, he'd said he would love only her, be faithful to her forever, and never let her down.
So that was it—the strange looks Arianna gave her weren't from embarrassment, but from pure provocation!
Genevieve's heart was torn to pieces. She broke down, sobbing uncontrollably.
Jackson finally released Arianna.
Without a second thought, he picked up a sharp dagger and drove it straight through Genevieve's palm, the only part sticking out of the sack!
His polished leather shoe came down hard on her remaining fingers!
The sickening crunch of breaking bones echoed in the factory. The agony was unbearable, and Genevieve shook violently.
She felt as though her chest might explode. With all her might, she screamed, "Jack-son..."
But the dirty rag in her mouth muffled it into a pained, guttural whimper.
She could neither escape nor die, nor even call for help!
Jackson merely scoffed, "You hurt a patient during an examination. What good is that hand of yours? It might as well be ruined."
His cold superiority felt like a poisoned dagger, twisting in her heart with relentless force.
Genevieve felt she was dying.
But the man she'd loved for ten years just pulled Arianna into his arms, his voice unbearably gentle.
"Don't look. It's filthy."
He gave the bodyguards a casual wave, treating her like nothing more than trash. "Throw her back where she came from."
With that, he picked Arianna up and left without looking back.
His shoe came down on Genevieve's shattered fingers, crushing them along with her heart!
Suddenly, a memory of Jackson from when she was eighteen flashed through her mind.
Brimming with joy, he took her hand, his eyes full of devotion. "Genny, I love you! I really, really do!"
And on her twentieth birthday, he couldn't wait to slip a diamond ring onto her finger.
He looked genuinely happy back then, shouting, "Genny, I finally married you!"
Yet true love could be fleeting; what once felt sincere could vanish in an instant.
The man who once lived to love her had long since turned into a filthy cheater.
Bitter tears streamed down Genevieve's cheeks. She couldn't hold on any longer and blacked out.
When she woke up, she'd already been in the hospital for a day.
Both of her hands had been amputated due to massive blood loss and were now bandaged.
Her phone on the bedside table was vibrating nonstop. The screen was filled with messages from Jackson.
"Honey, where are you? Why aren't you picking up?"
"Honey, I'm so worried! Call me when you see this, okay?"

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