The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 983 Ch.982 Vanessa's Husband
Things were not as Vanessa had imagined: her belly grew bigger day by day, Pierce's mother became gentler, and every time she washed clothes, the women stared at her with envy - even Pierce, who often came home late, came back early and gently stroked her increasingly thin belly in front of the fire.

No.

She was still bleeding.

I have to be very careful every month, for fear that someone might tell on me.

The women looked at her more and more strangely, and Pierce's mother no longer cared about "affection" - she often beat her thighs, buttocks and back with a stick or her long pipe, swearing at her in the most unpleasant ways, asking her to get out and stand at the door all afternoon.

Vanessa was sometimes 'disobedient' and would secretly sit on the wooden stake while she was taking a nap, and would not stand up until she woke up.

She told Pierce that she was in so much pain from the beatings that sometimes people laughed at her for walking. Pierce just sighed - but there was one good thing.

Every time she was beaten so hard that she couldn't walk, the women around Lengliu would treat her better.

They teased her, saying that Pierce was a heartless man, that he looked like a bear and acted like one—Vanessa understood that now, but it made her even more ashamed.

Because she knew there were no bears.

Just sticks and a pipe.

Some rumors gradually spread in Lengsong Town.

One afternoon.

When no one was at home, Vanessa's mother came and beat her.

She grabbed Vanessa's hair and dragged her out of the house into a secluded woods, grabbing her neck, heart and back with her hands and hitting her stomach with her fists.

"You have brought shame upon me and your brother! You know what they said! Are you the only one who uses this last name?"

The mother roughly pulled off the girlish spider web on Vanessa's head, pried open her mouth, and poured a burning emotion like strong liquor into her belly: she was beaten all over, but the pain on her flesh was far less than the hysteria in her soul caused by shame.

She didn't understand why she didn't have it.

Everyone else has it.

Why didn't she.

"Because you're not like a woman! You can't even hold a man's heart! Did you know that Pierce's mother came here? She said nothing good about me and your brother - what kind of family can produce such a lowly and stupid woman... Tell me, Vanessa, what kind of family is it?"

"Did I starve you to death when you were little?"

The mother, crying, pulled her withering hair and threw her against the bark of a tree where the wild boar had rubbed against her.

Some hair was torn out.

However, they are not satin now, but dry rhizomes, which are worthless if they are broken.

"I was wrong! Mother...don't hit me!"

Vanessa screamed like she did when she was a child, not daring to struggle.

She covered her face, squatted in the dead leaves, and let her mother beat her face until it swelled up.

"Don't hit me..."

The mother tore off her red-dyed cloth and stuffed it into Vanessa's mouth, scolding her for being worse than a pig: "Don't you feel ashamed every time you wash it?!"

She pointed at the torn rag in Vanessa's mouth, kicked her daughter to the ground, and left without looking back.

Vanessa was in a lot of pain.

I feel very ashamed.

She limped and stood up, holding on to the tree that the wild boar had rubbed against, not knowing where to go - her scalp ached and her head was dizzy, so she walked around the most secluded forest in Lengsong Town in a big circle. It was not until she was a little more sober that she realized she was almost in the town.

There is an invisible boundary between the forest and the town.

She didn't dare to step over, so she hid behind a thick tree and stood on tiptoe to look out.

husband…

Her Pierce was working inside...she saw Pierce!

My Pierce!
Vanessa wanted to come out and greet her husband, but she saw her brother next to Pierce—her brother, the brother she felt sorry for and who should kneel down and apologize…

She ruined her brother's reputation.

She was too embarrassed to see him.

Vanessa hid and decided to take a few sneak peeks at her husband before returning the same way she came.

The two brothers walked through the same secluded woods.

Vanessa was so thin and well hidden that they didn't notice her.

It was not until the evening that she regretted her behavior - because she saw something she shouldn't have seen.

They... kissed.

Vanessa covered her mouth and clung to the old tree that stung her back.

She saw her brother's arm around Pierce, in the deserted woods, his arm around him—not a brotherly embrace, but the intimate one she had seen between women and husbands.

They were so intimate that it seemed as if one of them was holding flowers and the other was wearing a white veil.

After her brother pushed Pierce against a tree, Vanessa spent the longest half hour of her life.

She didn't know how she got back.

Like a ghost wandering in the mountains and forests.

Pierce was washing in the house, and when he saw her coming back, he told her to find a clean robe. He asked her why she was covered in dirt and blood, and Vanessa stammered and said she fell into an abandoned hunting pit.

Pierce didn't ask any further questions.

Vanessa just stared at his back.

then.

Look down.

She doesn't understand.

Why is her life like this?

She soaked in the feces and turbid liquid flowing out of her husband, gradually becoming smelly and slowly rotting.

She also wanted to try out the women's proud promise of "having sex as many times as you want", and she also wanted to see the strength of a young man - she wanted to have a child, even if she had to give birth in a dung bucket or in a cold stream.

If she can persevere, her children will surely be able to persevere too.

Vanessa staggered like a shadow that no one cared about, a wandering soul with resentment.

She was in a trance, no longer able to muster the energy to do laundry or collect firewood. She lost interest in all human social activities. Not gradually, but in an instant, like the state of consciousness before sleep and when awake.

She forgot the long midnights and the adventures in her dreams, and her satin-like black hair was no longer favored by the golden light between the leaves.

Children…children…

She remembered that her brother had married long ago, and his wife died, leaving behind a little boy.

But she hadn't left any children, and she wasn't dead yet.

How could Pierce not imitate his brother, since he loved him so much? He had to have a child before he could die, right?

No.

It's enough for them to have one child, isn't it?

Would Pierce really be happy if I had a baby?

Vanessa covered her aching stomach, and one morning, when Pierce's mother was praying alone, she slipped up behind her like a mouse and startled her with her whisper.

"I have a baby, Mom."

She said timidly.

Imitate those pregnant women, covering your belly with one hand and pressing your waist with the other.

"I have a child."

she says.

She always did stupid things that she would regret, like when she got her clothes dirty as a child, she would insist that someone had thrown a dung ball at her.

She messed up.

Fell into another hell.

Because when Pierce's mother turned around, she didn't show her any joy.

She just looked at her suspiciously, her expression changing from pious to ferocious.

For an instant.

A few more of her worthless hairs were pulled out.

"You're pregnant with someone else's child?!" Pierce's mother roared.

Vanessa screamed.

She was bitten by a lion.

(End of this chapter)