My Wife Threw Me into a Pit of Leeches for Her Assistant Chapter 01

My Wife Threw Me into a Pit of Leeches for Her Assistant Chapter 01 The Leech Pit
After seven years of marriage, the “Husband-Only Lounge” sign outside my wife Feodora Wilde’s company had never been taken down.
She said no one but me was allowed in there.
But when I turned around, I caught her assistant Emerson Specter pinning her against the lounge window, her leg hitched up over his arm as he repeatedly thrust into her.
When I confronted her, she didn’t even flinch.
“The light was bad. I thought he was you. Don’t make a big deal out of nothing.”
At the victory party, she wiped a smear of grease off Emerson’s mouth with her thumb. She didn’t offer a single word of explanation.
“Just looking out for my staff. If it bothers you that much, I’ll fire him.”
But the next time I saw him, Emerson was waving Feodora’s pregnancy test results in my face like a trophy.
I lost it and punched him hard.
Feodora didn’t get mad at me for it. If anything, she went even crazier in bed trying to please me.
But not long after, I was thrown into a deep pit swarming with leeches.
Thousands of them burrowed into my flesh. I went through hell—worse than hell.
Dad begged them to spare me, but they carved him into pieces, one cut at a time.
Mom was thrown into a vat of boiling oil. She curled up into a blackened mass.
When I finally crawled home, covered in blood, I heard Feodora and her bestie excitedly making their bets inside.
“I bet ten million dollars Chester is so crazy in love with Feodora that he’d forgive her even after learning the truth.”
“I’m betting twenty million. Forget forgiveness—even if Feodora left him in that leech pit for the rest of his life, he’d still be desperately trying to please her.”
I clenched my fists, blood and tears streaming down my face.
It turned out Feodora had been doing all of this just to get even for Emerson.
It took me only seven days to walk away from her for good.
I stood in the yard, my body riddled with bloody holes.
I watched helplessly as Feodora carefully helped Emerson into the bedroom.
“Feodora is so good to Emerson!” Feodora’s bestie gushed.
“Emerson sighed, and Feodora was already in tears from worrying. See? He just coughed a little, and she was already worried sick.”
“Exactly! Feodora had only just given birth to Chester’s baby, but the moment Emerson’s eyes turned a little red, she threw the baby aside.”
“After Chester punched Emerson, Feodora threw Chester’s parents into boiling oil and ordered the black-market boss to make Chester pay a thousand times over.”
When Feodora came back out, there were fresh red marks on her chest.
Everyone started teasing her with knowing laughs, but she quickly shut them down.
“Keep it down. Emerson’s asleep. Did you get everything I asked for done?”
“All done. The entire eight hundred million dollars in the company account has been wired to Emerson.”
Feodora gave a little nod. “From now on, show Emerson some respect. In a few days, I’m putting the company in his name.”
Her bestie asked, “So, Feodora… what about Chester?”
Feodora’s eyes went cold. “The moment he hit Emerson, he should’ve known that for every bit of pain Emerson suffered, I’d make him pay a thousand times over.”
A mouthful of blood surged up my throat.
“It’s been six months. We should probably go get him out soon, or he’s gonna start getting suspicious.”
Feodora gave a cold snort. “Even if he suspects me, the moment I go rescue him, he’ll still be head over heels for me.”
I clenched my fists so hard my knuckles went white, blood and tears streaming down my face.
I should’ve seen it coming.
The day I was kidnapped, the Wildes’ house was completely empty.
The day my parents went looking for me, the black market’s gates stood wide open.
I thought I’d been given a way out. Only now did I realize Feodora had been the one paving my path to hell all along.
A little cough snapped me out of it.
Feodora looked like she’d just lost her soul, then immediately rushed into the bedroom.
My chest ached with a dull, heavy pain.
A whole fleet of ambulances pulled up to the villa, and I found out Emerson had just choked on his own spit.
Feodora’s furious roar rang through the villa, and every servant froze in fear.
A little over ten minutes later, she came back out, her eyes still red-rimmed.
“Tell the black market to increase his punishment. That punch left Emerson with lasting damage. Chester needs to suffer a thousand times the pain.”
I stood there frozen, clutching my chest.
Leeches were still writhing inside the bloody holes in my body, half their bodies twisting as they burrowed deeper.
Back then, she’d cry if I so much as cut my finger.
Now throwing me into a pit to be devoured by thousands of bugs was just another Tuesday for her.
And the woman behind it all was the very one who’d promised to love me forever.
I tried to drag myself out of there.
I barely made it a few feet before I collapsed face-first into the dirt, shaking all over from the pain.
Feodora heard the noise and turned around. She froze for a second, then rushed over and threw her arms around me.
“Babe, what happened to you? Who did this? Give me a name, and I’ll make him come apologize to you right now.”
The concern in her eyes was genuine, but I felt nothing.
Feodora carefully helped me into the living room. When she saw me staring warily at the bedroom across the hall, she said, “Babe, you’ve been gone so long. The bedroom’s all dusty. I’ve already told the servants to clean it.”
I went stiff and let out a bitter laugh.
Another lie.
As I looked at her beautiful face, the images of my parents and my baby dying in agony kept replaying in my mind.
I could no longer hold it back. I doubled over and coughed up a mouthful of black blood.
Just before I blacked out, I heard her cold voice. “Take him away. Make him suffer. But don’t let him die.”