My Superstar Husband Forgot Me For His First Love—So I Ruined Him

My husband, the Alist Hollywood star Austin Montgomery, and I had been secretly married for three years. But today, I found private photos on his phone.

In the picture, my husband was kneeling between his childhood sweetheart Vanessa Ward’s thighs, carefully tracing a butterfly tattoo on her skin.

Just as I was about to confront him, a sudden car crash left him with amnesia. When he woke up, he tenderly held Vanessa’s hand and claimed she was his wife.

My mind went completely blank. Before I could even speak, he had security throw me out of the hospital. I was branded as an obsessed, violent stalker.

For three long years, I endured endless cyberbullying and harassment from the public. Three years later, Austin finally released a public statement to apologize to me.

Vanessa stood beside him, giving me a playful, coquettish wink. "Actually, I knew all along that Austin’s amnesia was fake," Vanessa whispered in my ear. "But he lost a bet to me back then.

His punishment was to pretend to forget you for three years. You won't take it to heart, right, Sabrina?" "Anyway, you should be used to being dragged on the internet by now.

Just think of it as mental toughness training." I stared at her, my eyes icecold. "What about that butterfly tattoo?" Austin’s face didn't even flicker. "Vanessa literally stitched up a stab wound for me in a dark alley when we were teenagers.

She saved my life. What's wrong with me giving her a tattoo? Stop throwing a tantrum over nothing, Sabrina." "Now that we’ve cleared things up, we can have a public wedding.

Consider it my compensation to you." I didn't say a word. I just stared at him quietly. Then, I raised my hand and slapped him hard across the face.

The sharp slap echoed through the press conference hall. Every camera instantly locked onto us.

I spun around, my other hand rushing toward Vanessa’s cheek. "Sabrina!" Austin’s roar exploded behind me.

Before my fingertips could even graze Vanessa, a massive force shoved me from behind. Austin had pushed me away with brute strength.

I lost my balance and crashed backward, smashing right into a giant champagne tower. Sharp glass shards sliced into my calves.

Deep cuts opened up, and blood instantly stained my designer gown red.

Austin stepped forward, grabbing my collar and pinning me ruthlessly to the ground. "Are you out of your mind?!" I remained silent.

Vanessa cupped her cheek and stood up, looking aggrieved. "Sabrina, do you really have to be such a sore loser? We already explained it was just a bet.

Besides, you’ve been living abroad these past few years, and your social media engagement has only gone up.

Didn't you benefit from our clout?" "Do you have any idea how many rising stars are begging to marry Austin?

He’s literally offering to make you his official wife, and you're still playing hard to get?" A bet?

A simple, casual bet in their eyes had thrown me into a literal hell of public hatred for three whole years!

The overwhelming abuse, the death threats, the word "SLUT" spraypainted all over my front door.

My mailbox had been stuffed with threatening letters containing razor blades, cursing my entire family. My mother was too terrified to even step outside.

Whenever I walked down the street, people would throw eggs and trash at me, screaming that I was a homewrecker who ruined a perfect couple.

And all of that pain, to them, was just a harmless little wager. My eyes swept over Austin. "I don't need your charity, Austin.

Keep your title." "Sabrina, stop talking nonsense, okay?" Austin’s voice softened slightly.

He pulled out a silk handkerchief, attempting to press it against the bleeding cuts on my leg. "Don't take it out on Vanessa. You know how we are.

We've been bickering and teasing each other since we were kids." I flinched away, avoiding his touch. Oh, I knew exactly how they were.

I remembered my most important audition years ago. Vanessa had "accidentally" spilled hot coffee all over my dress, making me miss my slot.

All because Austin hadn't replied to her text message fast enough. And then there was my award celebration party.

She spiked my drink, making me lose control and embarrass myself in front of all the industry executives.

Every single one of their little games or fights ended with me paying the price. And Austin?

He went from being anxious and apologetic at the beginning to a cold, indifferent bystander, claiming I was just "too sensitive." That transition took him less than a year.

The atmosphere in the dressing room was suffocating. Someone tried to break the silence. "Alright, alright, it’s all a misunderstanding.

Everyone, please stop filming." A staff member stepped in to smooth things over, guiding the reporters to the backstage area. Austin stood up, completely ignoring me.

Right in front of all the media cameras, he naturally reached out and brushed a stray lock of hair away from Vanessa’s forehead. His touch was so tender, so protective.

It looked like they were the married couple, and I was just a crazy intruder.

Vanessa faced the cameras, putting on a perfect show of a victim choosing to be the bigger person. "I don't mind, really.

Sabrina has probably been under a lot of pressure these past few years." With that, she turned toward the catering table and picked up a thick slice of chocolate cake.

Vanessa walked over to me, her smile sweet and venomous. The next second, she slammed the entire cake right onto my head.

The thick, sticky frosting slid down my cheeks, blinding my eyes.

Vanessa wiped the cream off her fingers and leaned down, whispering in my ear. "This press conference is just a cleanup.

Before our actual engagement, we need to completely sweep you—the trash of Austin's past—out of the way." "You're nothing but garbage he's tired of playing with." "Vanessa, behave yourself, will you?" Austin sighed helplessly, taking some tissues from an assistant to wipe my face.

I turned my head away, letting his hand hang in the air.

I wiped my eyes open, meeting Vanessa’s smug gaze. "Speaking of which, when you lost that Truth or Dare game years ago, you owed me three headbows on your knees.

I'd hate to make Austin do it, so why don't you do it on his behalf, wifey?" She took a step forward. I wanted to back away, but Austin tightly gripped my arm.

A chill ran down my spine. This was the man I had once loved with everything I had. "Let go of me!" I used all my strength to wrench my arm free.

The moment Vanessa reached out to grab me, I shoved her hard.

She stumbled backward and crashed onto the marble floor. "Sabrina, how dare you touch me?!" "I'll do more than just touch you!" I grabbed her by her styled hair and dragged her, throwing her straight into the hotel's indoor fountain.

It happened so fast. Vanessa froze for two seconds before letting out a piercing shriek. But then, she looked at me and flashed a hidden, sinister smile.

Her body swayed, and she sank into the shallow water, thrashing wildly as if she were actually drowning and suffocating. "Vanessa!" Austin panicked and jumped into the fountain.

He scooped up the "frail" Vanessa, refusing to listen to any of my explanations. His eyes were bloodshot as he glared at me, roaring. "Sabrina!

Are you trying to kill her?!" "I didn't! She did it herself—" "Everyone saw you push her!" He screamed, cutting me off, and kicked me hard in the stomach.

A sharp, agonizing pain flared up. I was kicked back, crashing heavily into the freezing water of the fountain. Water rushed into my nose and mouth.

The pain in my abdomen was so intense I couldn't even breathe, let alone struggle. I managed to drag myself out of the water, my body scraping against the broken glass on the floor.

I watched the crowd hurriedly leave, escorting them out. I walked to the nearest clinic alone, limping all the way.

As the nurse pulled the glass shards out of my skin, my phone buzzed. It was a message from Vanessa. I tapped it. It was an ultrasound report, followed by a photo.

In the photo, Austin was gently kissing Vanessa’s belly. "Jealous?

The things you've dreamed of having your whole life, I get them without even trying." As the glass was pulled out piece by piece, the physical pain merged with the ache in my chest.

Three years ago, when we were madly in love, I had asked him to grab my coat, and he had complained, saying a man shouldn't be bossed around by a woman.

Seeing that I didn't reply, Vanessa sent more texts. "For the past three years, Austin and I have done it on the balcony, in the kitchen, and even in your bed.

We’ve tried a thousand different positions." "Unlike you. You were married to him for three years and never even slept with him.

He didn't want to touch you at all!" "Oh, let me show you something interesting." She sent an audio file. The timestamp was from three years ago, shortly after the car crash.

Austin's voice played: "Sabrina needs to learn a lesson. I protected her too well before. This is actually perfect—she won't be around to ruin our fun.

Otherwise, we’d have to sneak around every time we wanted to hook up." "But don't worry, I've hired people to keep an eye on her. She won't die." My world shattered.

It turned out that all the misery of the last three years had been carefully orchestrated by the husband I loved. The audio was quickly unsent. Then, a new message popped up.

This time, from Austin. "Since you're hurt too, go get it treated. Vanessa is fine, so I won't hold this against you." "Come home tonight.

I've prepared some compensation for you." I returned to the house I hadn't stepped into for three years, only to find the lock had been changed.

In the front yard, my belongings were piled up like trash. Everything I owned had been thrown out in the rain.

A neighbor opened their door, glanced at me, muttered "crazy woman," and slammed the door shut with disgust.

After trying every password combination to no avail, I curled up in the freezing hallway, my body burning with a high fever.

I didn't know how much time had passed before a pair of headlights illuminated the dark hallway. Austin was back.

Seeing my miserable state, he picked me up and carried me into the house that no longer felt like mine. My body and mind felt incredibly heavy. "Let's... get a divorce."

"Is the fever burning your brain? Stop talking nonsense." Austin threw me onto the sofa, his voice laced with impatience.

He looked around the room, appearing a bit uncomfortable. "Vanessa came over a lot these past three years.

She likes this aesthetic, so we changed a lot of the furniture." I didn't bother to look at how my minimalist decor had been replaced by gaudy, Frenchprovincial furniture.

Every trace of my existence had already been erased anyway. My things were thrown in the rain like garbage, while hers occupied the master bedroom.

And this was the "new beginning" he wanted to give me? He grabbed a folder from the coffee table and tossed it in front of me. "Stop throwing tantrums.

This is your compensation." "It's the lead female role in a major blockbuster. I pulled a lot of strings to get this for you.

It's your best chance to rebuild your career." He put on a loving front, trying to buy me off with a movie role. I looked down at the script, my heart turning to ice.

The biggest investor in this film was Vanessa’s family conglomerate.

And the script was filled with highly degrading nude scenes and graphic violence where the female lead gets abused by a psychopath.

I looked at him, feeling nothing but pure disgust. "Thank you," I said blankly, placing the script back on the table. The atmosphere instantly froze.

Austin was clearly uncomfortable with my coldness. In our past relationship, I was always the one trying to please him and keep the peace.

Seeing my feverflushed cheeks, he suddenly stood up and went into the kitchen. He started making the ginger tea I used to love.

Even though my heart was numb, a small flicker of emotion stirred inside me. But before I could say thank you, I watched him pour the tea into a thermos.

Austin looked a bit guilty under my gaze. "Vanessa's throat is sore today. She insisted I make this for her.

I need to drop it off at the hospital." "Consider this my way of apologizing to her on your behalf.

After what you did today..." My voice was hoarse. "Austin, why do you never believe me?" He let out a mock chuckle. "Believe what?

That Vanessa pushed herself into the fountain just to put on a show?" Austin's tone was dripping with sarcasm, as if I had told a ridiculous joke. "Sabrina, you didn't use to be like this.

Did the cyberbullying turn you into a psycho?" Finally, he grabbed my arm and dragged me up from the couch. "Come on. Stop acting up.

You're coming to the hospital with me to apologize to Vanessa." He gripped my hand tightly and shoved me into the passenger seat before starting the engine.

The car's dashboard screen was glowing, displaying the photo gallery. There were hundreds of photos of him and Vanessa.

On the beach, in the snowy mountains, under the Eiffel Tower, and even kissing in our marriage bed. The car heater was blasting, but I felt freezing cold.

Actually, I had prepared myself for this. Or rather, I should have seen this coming seven years ago when I first got with him.

Everyone in the industry knew Vanessa was his "golden girl," the one he had chased for years but could never have. They were childhood sweethearts who loved hurting each other.

Vanessa had once publicly declared: "I’d rather marry a beggar than Austin Montgomery." Austin, young and prideful back then, actually walked away.

He chose me, an unknown actress at the time. He kissed me at a massive celebration party in front of hundreds of people. "You're great, Sabrina.

You're better than her, gentler, and more obedient. Most importantly, you only have eyes for me." I didn't take him seriously at first.

I knew a wild, uncontrollable woman like Vanessa would always be his true obsession.

But during our first year together, Vanessa "accidentally" knocked my birthday cake onto the floor. That was the first time I saw Austin get furious.

He stood in front of me, shielding me from all the whispers. The light caught the sharp lines of his face. In that moment, I fell for him.

That was why three years ago, even after I was drugged and woke up to a storm of public hate, while Austin publicly announced his new project with Vanessa and hinted that I deserved the backlash...

I still hadn't completely given up hope. Lost in my thoughts, we arrived at the hospital room with the thermos of ginger tea.

Vanessa smirked the moment we walked in. "Austin, peel an apple for me, will you?" Austin looked a bit embarrassed since I was standing there. "Don't you have hands?" "Oh?

Someone complained that the matching profile picture I designed was too childish, yet he still quietly changed his to match mine." "Hurry up, peel it!" Vanessa's words reminded me of what I had seen on his phone in the car.

Austin's social media profile picture was indeed a matching set with Vanessa’s... Both of their accounts were in the same private Snapchat group.

While Austin was driving, the notifications on his dashboard had been popping up. The chat history made me sick to my stomach. "Mr.

Montgomery, are you really going to have a public wedding with that crazy stalker?" "Yeah, her drama from three years ago is literally legendary.

It’s so embarrassing to be seen with her." "You and Vanessa have been such a power couple these past few years. You guys are made for each other."

"Alright, princess, I'll peel it for you. Only because Sabrina is here," Austin said, a subconscious smile playing on his lips.

He held Vanessa's hand, patiently peeling the apple, but the knife slipped, nicking her finger.

He immediately dropped the apple, grabbed her finger, and put it in his mouth. "Stop it, that's dirty," Vanessa giggled, then turned her eyes to me, frowning. "Sabrina is the one who caused all of this.

I want her to pour the tea and feed me herself." Seeing me stand there like a statue, Vanessa didn't get mad. Instead, she laughed and tossed her phone onto my lap.

On the screen was a live video feed of my mother lying in the ICU. "Your mom’s medical bills are getting pretty high, aren't they?

I wonder what would happen if..." My fists clenched. I stepped forward and picked up the thermos. As I lifted it, I saw the malicious triumph in Vanessa's eyes.

An alarm went off in my head. The next second, my foot caught on something on the floor.

The scalding hot ginger tea splashed all over my hands and arms. "Ah!" Vanessa screamed, clutching her hand, tears welling up. "It's so hot!

Is my acting career ruined?!" Austin instantly panicked and pulled Vanessa into his arms.

He didn't even notice that my hands were turning red and blistering. "Are you okay?" I looked up, only to realize his words weren't directed at me.

Vanessa sobbed hysterically. "I need my hands to play the piano, to act! What if it leaves a scar? How am I supposed to get married?!" "I'll marry you," Austin blurted out.

He paused, finally remembering I was in the room.

His gaze turned incredibly cold and impatient as he looked at me. "No matter what, I will make Sabrina pay for this." My mind went blank. I instinctively backed away.

But two security guards immediately pinned me to the floor. "Austin, what are you doing?!" "You ruined Vanessa's hand, so you'll pay with yours." His voice was calm, but it carried a chilling cruelty. "Doctor, sever her righthand tendons." I struggled with everything I had, but it was useless.

I was forced onto a gurney, my limbs strapped down tightly.

As the doctor prepared the scalpel, Austin ordered: "No anesthesia." Even the middleaged doctor on Austin's payroll looked slightly hesitant, but he ultimately obeyed the order.

I was forced to keep my eyes open, watching the doctor in the white coat approach me with the gleaming scalpel. The blade sliced into my skin.

I could feel my tendons being severed, one by one. Sweat drenched my hair. My vision blurred from the agonizing pain.

I stared at Austin, tears flowing silently, my heart consumed by a mixture of despair and burning hatred.

Austin walked over, looking at my deathly pale face, and calmly announced: "Sabrina, even after what you did, I will keep my word and give you a wedding." "But my wedding with Vanessa will also go on.

Or, you can choose to remain my secret lover." He wiped a tear from my eye, his finger stained with my blood. "Your reputation is already ruined anyway, but you still have value to me." "It's just one hand.

It won't stop you from pleasing me." The pain finally made me black out. I was locked in a dark storage room, waiting for the "joint wedding" in a few days.

Every day, I could hear the sounds of Austin and Vanessa's intimacy echoing through the villa.

After they finished, Austin would order me to clean up their mess as a way of "apologizing" to Vanessa.

And the food they threw to me was always mixed with broken glass or moldy leftovers, courtesy of Vanessa's assistants. But I didn't care. I quietly picked out the glass and ate.

Compared to the three years of hell I had survived, this physical torture was nothing.

Vanessa watched me eat off the floor, her laughter echoing in the room. "So what if Austin chose you back then?" "Sabrina, you're just a washedup, universally hated bitch.

You can't beat me." The night before the wedding, Vanessa came to the villa.

She was wearing a stunning white wedding gown, twirling in front of me smugly. "Austin is still too softhearted when it comes to you." "To make sure nothing goes wrong at my wedding tomorrow, I think it's better if you disappear permanently." As she spoke, two sketchy, muscular men stepped out from behind the door. "She's all yours.

Have fun with her. You can break her completely for all I care." I was dragged into a van and taken to an abandoned warehouse in the suburbs.

Their rough hands began tearing at my clothes. As they pinned me down, I closed my eyes.

When I opened them again, the despair was gone, replaced by a cold, calculating fire. "Are you guys just going to keep watching, or are you going to help?"