Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

Paul was her first benefactor. Alison had never imagined she would carry his child. Yet now, here she was, lying on the cold, sterile operating table. For the first tin her life, she felt completely awake.

She had chosen the most expensive procedure, one that promised to be quick, painless, and over in just a few minutes. Throughout it all, her expression remained numb as she stared blankly at the ceiling above.

Did it hurt? Yes, but the pain wasn't physical-it pierced her heart. She closed her eyes in despair as tears silently streamed down her face.

"I'm sorry, baby. If there's a next life, please find a good family. Even if they're not wealthy, at least they won't have a mother like me-a mistress." The anesthesia dulled her body, and she allowed the nurses to move her to a recovery room. A pain pump was hooked up to her, but she felt utterly drained. All she wanted was to sleep.

Yet, her mind was wide awake. Memories from the past flashed before her eyes in rapid succession, making her head pound.

Nearby, voices rose in an argument.

A mother-in-law was berating her daughter-in-law for using a pain pump, which required an additional fee. The hospital wasn't cheap.

"Everyone else uses it! I've been part of your family for so many years-how can you treatlike this?" The woman sounded angry, though her voice was weak after the surgery.

"What's the use of that? Back in my day, we gave birth without any of this nonsense! You girls are so delicate now. That pain pump costs hundreds of dollars an hour-do you know how little my son makes? And you're nothing but a wasteful woman who couldn't even carry a boy..." The argument continued, and Alison's headache worsened.

Clearly, the daughter-in-law had been forced into this situation. The mother-in-law must have found out the baby was a girl and demanded an abortion.

This was life-the sorrow of ordinary people.

Alison thought of Eric. She and he were from completely different worlds, something she had known for a long time.

After resting in the hospital for a few hours, the noise around her had eventually faded. Alison got out of bed, struggled to put on her shoes, and left.

Back home, she took stto recuperate. Once she had recovered, she packed up her things, canceled her lease, and left the city alone.

She could no longer stay in this place. Her family had disowned her, and she had no real friends.

She bought a train ticket to the south. She had lived in the north her entire life and had never seen the south. She wanted to see different landscapes, to live a different life.

Before boarding, she called Paul. The phone rang for a long tbefore he finally answered. Perhaps he didn't want to speak with her any more than necessary.

"Hello." His voice was indifferent, giving nothing away.

"I'm letting you go," she said.

Paul didn't understand at first. "Lettinggo from what?" "Cherish your wife. Don't hurt her again. Mr. Montgomery, our meeting was a mistake from the start." With that, Alison hung up.

Paul listened to the dial tone, stunned. He tried calling her back to get a clearer answer, but her phone was off.

"We're sorry, the number you have dialed is no longer in service..." On the other end, Alison had already discarded the SIM card. It arced through the air in a perfect parabola before landing in a trash can.

Just like her past-a heap of garbage-it was something that needed to be thrown away.

Sitting on the train, Alison watched the scenery fly by as the train began to move. Familiar sights flashed past the window, bringing back memories of her life.

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lervously stepping out of the restr om, she had bumped into meone. "I'm so sorry!" she had said hurriedly.

It was Paul. His gaze swept over her face before landing on her chest. "Are you new here?" "No, I'm here for an interview. But I'm not sure I'll make it." That was when she noticed his face-he was the company's deputy director. She had seen his photo on the company profile.

"Do you want to get in?" Paul's hand rested casually on her waist.

"Of course," she had replied.

Paul leaned in close and whispered, "I can help you, but you'll have to givesomething in return. Are you willing?" Alison had heard rumors about such things before but never thought it would happen to her. Panic rose in her chest. "What do you mean by 'something'?" Paul pinched her waist lightly, and she understood immediately. She hadn't even entered the workforce yet, and already she was being pulled into its dark underbelly.

She thought of her parents' hopeful faces as they said goodbye to her. "Alison, believe in yourself. You'll succeed." Clenching her teeth, she leaned in and whispered, "I'm willing." "Good girl," Paul had said as he kept her application form.

She was hired, and soon after, she and Paul began an affair.

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At first, she had felt uneasy, but the allure of luxury quickly blinded her. The first tshe dined at a high-end restaurant, stayed at a five-star hotel, or shopped in a luxury store, she was dazzled by the material world.

Now, as her thoughts returned to the present, she wondered: What if, back then, when Paul had asked if she was willing; she had pushed him away and said, "I'm not"? Even if she hadn't gotten the job, she wouldn't have ended up where she was now.

Heather, her former classmate, was doing remarkably well. Alison had once seen her from a distance, radiating confidence and happiness. Heather had changed entirely, like a phoenix reborn. Beside her was a handsman of her age, perfectly suited to her. The hard work Alison once disdained had brought Heather a life worth envying.

Alison could only watch from the shadows as Heather and Aurora thrived.

Life was fair. Those who suffered early often found sweetness later. Alison had enjoyed a life that wasn't hers to have and was now paying the price. Perhaps that was for the best. Everything was finally over.

The train was packed with people returning hfor the New Year, while Alison was moving farther and farther away from hers.

Perhaps one day she would return, but not as the person she was now.

Before the train departed, Aurora and Heather each received a text message from Alison.

Aurora's message read: "I believe now that you were right, but it's too late." Confused, Aurora tried calling her, but Alison's phone was off. Aurora was puzzled. Just recently, Alison had mentioned plans to marry Paul. What had happened? Heather's message was brief: "I'm sorry." Just three words, but they conveyed Alison's deepest remorse. Goodbye, my friends. Goodbye, to my unbearable past.

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