My Husband's Other Wife

Everyone knew Alexander Lowell had taken Isabella Evans by any means necessary.

She had a loving boyfriend, so he forced him away with a hundred million.

She refused to submit, so he imprisoned her in a gilded cage, taking her day and night until she had no strength left to stand.

When her hatred drove her to threaten him with a knife, he casually wiped the blood from his neck.

"Go on, continue."

He sneered, gripping her wrist. "If you don't kill me, you have to love me."

Everyone said the head of the Lowell family was a madman.

Only for Isabella Evans was he willing to give his life.

He had taken a bullet for her, knelt to put on her shoes, sung love songs to her at banquets for a thousand guests.

The iceberg had melted into spring water, and Isabella had finally given her heart.

Until their third year of marriage, when a business partner sent a female student named Sophia Roscente.

Innocent and pure, she was the very image of Isabella's younger self.

After one night, Alexander's heart changed.

He brought her home and said to Isabella carelessly, "Even ancient emperors had three palaces and six courts. I, Alexander Lowell, possess wealth rivaling nations. Keeping two wives isn't excessive."

Isabella felt as if struck by lightning, her blood freezing solid.

"You said… you would only ever love me…"

She couldn't accept it, smashing the entire villa in hysterics.

But he still didn't send the other woman away.

In desperation, she privately found Sophia and offered her a huge check.

"Leave him."

Sophia immediately went to Alexander, crying pitifully.

That same day, Alexander had Isabella's parents taken to a warehouse on the outskirts.

He hung them directly above the roaring industrial grinder!

He watched coldly as Isabella screamed and cried.

"Nod to let her stay, and I'll release them."

Through tear-blurred eyes, Isabella looked at the man she had loved with all her soul.

"Alexander! Do you remember how you took me in the first place?!"

"You said you only wanted me! Only loved me! It's only been three years! Three years!"

Alexander frowned slightly, his tone flat yet cruel.

"When did I say I don't love you? Or don't want you?"

"Isabella, we registered our marriage in Ireland. Do you know what that means?"

"It means I cannot unilaterally dissolve this marriage in my lifetime."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the trembling Sophia.

"I still love you. It's just that now, I also love Sophia."

He said it as naturally as discussing the weather.

"As long as you agree to this arrangement, I'll release your parents immediately."

"We can go on just as before."

"Just as before?" Isabella laughed as if hearing the biggest joke.

"Alexander, a person only has one heart! How can you divide it between two people?!"

Alexander didn't answer what he considered a meaningless question.

He simply raised his hand.

The ropes holding her parents began to lower slowly!

"Ten."

"Nine."

"No! Stop! Dad! Mom!" Isabella screamed in terror.

"Eight."

"Seven."

The ropes descended further!

The roar of the grinder seemed right beside her ears!

"Alexander! I hate you! I hate you!!" Isabella wept, her heart breaking.

"Six."

"Five."

Her parents' desperate cries mixed with the machine's noise.

"Four!"

"Three!!"

Their feet almost touched the rapidly spinning blades!

"Two!!!"