My Tenth Wedding 99 Slaps from My Husband – LooRead Download loading.. My Tenth Wedding 99 Slaps from My Husband CONTINUE READING Chapter 1 At Stella Winston’s tenth wedding ceremony, Fiona Lopez—Nelson Hill’s junior from university—suffered yet another depressive episode. In an attempt to calm Fiona down, Nelson didn’t tell a soul. Instead, he dragged Stella, still dressed in her wedding gown, out to the wilderness. There, he tied her to a utility pole himself, leaving Fiona free to slap her across the face again and again.
After three full minutes of hitting her, Fiona leaned into Nelson with her flushed palm outstretched, her voice soft and plaintive. “Nelson, my hand hurts. Can you do it for me?” Nelson tilted his head to glance at Stella, who was bound tightly to the pole. Then he lowered his head, gently blew on Fiona’s reddened palm, and said, “Alright, I’ll do it for you.” He raised his hands and began slapping Stella across the face. Smack. Smack. Smack. One blow. Two. Three… He didn’t stop until he had struck her ninety-nine times. By then, Stella’s face was black and blue, her lips bleeding, her voice silenced.
She stared at Nelson with lifeless eyes, all light drained from them. Nelson pulled out a handkerchief and gently wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth. “Stella, I didn’t want to hurt you either,” he said softly. “Fiona has been tormented by depression for so long. She doesn’t have any parents. Life has already been cruel to her. I can’t let her suffer any more than she already has.” He crouched beside her, tucking the handkerchief away. “I’ll take Fiona to the hospital and make sure she’s alright. Then I’ll come back to get you. Just wait here for me, alright?” Right in front of Stella’s eyes, Nelson swept Fiona into his arms in a princess carry and carried her to the car.
Without a second’s hesitation, he hit the gas and sped away from the wilderness. Before they vanished from view, Fiona rolled down the window. A smug, triumphant smile played on her lips as she mouthed the words: “You’ll never beat me, Stella. Not in this lifetime.” Blood poured from Stella’s mouth, hot and bitter. In the past two years, she and Nelson had tried to marry ten times. Not once had the ceremony gone as planned. At their first wedding, Fiona had stormed the stage mid-ceremony. She snatched the microphone from the host and smashed it against Stella’s head. Blood had streamed into Stella’s eyes.
Nelson didn’t even glance at her. He just rushed Fiona to the hospital. That incident had left Stella in the ICU for eight days. The attending physician had said she was lucky. Just one centimeter closer to a major artery, and she wouldn’t have made it. Not even the most skilled surgeon could’ve saved her. At their second wedding, she had just stepped out of the car when Fiona pulled a thermos of boiling water from her purse and hurled it toward her face. Luckily, her best friend had come prepared—she pulled out an umbrella and blocked the scalding hot water. Even so, Fiona’s hand was scalded, covered in blistered welts.
Stella had begged Nelson not to retaliate. She even got down on her knees to plead for Fiona’s forgiveness. Still, Nelson had sent her best friend abroad, forbidding her to return. And then, right in front of Fiona, he broke Stella’s right hand. … By their sixth attempt, Stella had reached her breaking point. In front of both their families, she demanded to end the engagement. From then on, she said, they would be nothing to each other. Nelson had dropped to his knees, gripping her hands in desperation, swearing it would never happen again.
He promised her it was the last time, that if he failed again, he deserved to live out his life alone. Now, with blood pooling in her mouth, Stella let out a bitter laugh. For Fiona’s sake, this was the tenth time Nelson’s trampled her pride and her love into the dirt. There wouldn’t be another time. There really wouldn’t. Time dragged by slowly. By midnight, the winds had picked up and lightning streaked across the sky. Without warning, the rain came, pounding down in sheets. Still wearing her wedding dress, Stella stood tied to the pole, her cheeks swollen, her skin ice cold. Rain drenched her through and through.
The cold seeped into her bones, wrapping around her heart like a fist. Her eyelids grew heavier. Her consciousness began to fade. She could feel herself slipping away. Terrified that she’d lose consciousness and never wake up, she bit her lip hard, blood dripping steadily. She didn’t dare let go. If she fell asleep, she might never wake again. She couldn’t let her parents bury their child.
But the autumn rain was too cold. Her body too weak. Eventually, her eyes closed. She wasn’t sure how long it had been when pain yanked her awake. Above her was a bright white ceiling. The sharp scent of disinfectant filled her lungs. She was in a hospital. She hadn’t died out there. She shifted slightly, and a sharp voice rang out. “Darling, don’t