From a Simp to His Love 

For seven years, I simped over Hector 

Weston, humble in his presence. 

Fate turned and I became his fiancée. 

But when the woman he loved broke her leg 

due to my push, Hector’s wrath was fierce. 

He shattered my fingers, banishing me to a 

mental hospital where I lived in a living hell. 

He said that this was the only way for me to 

atone. 

Later, I was deeply hurt and felt totally 

disappointed. 

He, however, broke down. “Jenna, as long as 

you can be with me, I am willing to do 

anything!” 

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The day I was discharged from the mental 

hospital, Hector Weston came to pick me up. 

He leaned against the Bugatti Veyron and 

smoked, as charming as always. His 

silhouette was striking, chiseled with a rugged 

elegance. 

As he smoked, he casually glanced at me and 

said, “Come here.” 

Once upon a time, whenever he gave a 

command, I would obediently follow him like a 

dog. 

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Even if he didn’t say anything, I was still 

willing to follow him and stay by his side. 

Everyone knew that I liked Hector a lot. I 

simped over him and was willing to do 

anything for him. 

But now, when I heard his voice, I couldn’t 

help but shudder, my back straightened. 

I stood still in place, like a lifeless corpse. 

When Hector saw I hesitated and didn’t move 

forward, his face visibly turned cold. “What 

are you doing? Why don’t you come over?” 

“I… I will come. Don’t hit me.” 

I had an illusion that I was hit by him and was 

in pain. 

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I went over to Hector as fast as I could. I 

almost rolled on the ground. 

The director said that disobedient women 

would be punished. 

The electric shock was really painful, so 

painful that my whole body was trembling. I 

trembled, rolled, and eventually became 

numb. 

I forgot that I had been crippled in one leg 

due to prolonged torment in the mental 

hospital, and I suddenly fell to the ground. 

But I, however, felt no pain and kept running 

forward. 

I had to run faster. I felt as if there was an 

electric shock rod against my lower back. 

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As soon as the director pressed the switch, I 

would tremble and convulse. 

Hector couldn’t bear to see me like this 

anymore. He walked over in big strides and 

picked me up, stuffing me into the car. 

I curled up, with cold sweat on my forehead. 

When Hector leaned over to fasten my 

seatbelt, I couldn’t help but scream, “Don’t hit 

me!” 

Ouch, it hurt so much. It really hurt. Oh no, I 

had physical contact with Hector. 

I was shameless and despicable. The director 

was going to punish me. 

The painful experience in the mental hospital 

for six months made me instantly think of 

those unbearable pains. 

The director wore a white gown and attached 

electrode pads to my head and body. 

As she pressed the button, the current started 

flowing, and I trembled like a dying fish. 

A high concentration of pepper spray was 

cruelly poured onto my wound, causing me to 

feel extreme pain. 

Those unhealed small scars would be scraped 

open by a small knife before they healed. Fine 

needles pricked my fingers one by one. Then 

my fingernails were peeled off… 

The director played the videos of Hector and 

Gemma Madsen in front of me to show me 

how they were in love with each other. 

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She grabbed my hair tightly and warned 

fiercely, “Mr. Weston is my niece’s man. You 

don’t deserve him at all, understand? 

“They truly love each other. And you, you are 

just a home wrecker, you shameless creature. 

In ancient times, women as despicable as you would be drowned. Now, you are given a 

chance to reform yourself, you should cherish 

it.” 

She asked me to take off my clothes and 

kneel on the ground, begging for mercy. 

She said that in this way could my lascivious 

nature and bad habit of seducing men be 

corrected. 

However, I never understood what I did wrong 

from beginning to end. 

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I was Hector’s fiancée, but I was sent to this 

hellish place because I offended his beloved 

girl. 

The excruciating pain in my head and the 

merciless slaps from the woman made me 

numbly follow her instructions. 

During cold wintertime, I stripped off my 

clothes and crawled on the ground without 

any dignity, pledging, “I never will again. I, 

such a despicable person, am not worthy of 

being near Hector.” 

A bucket of ice–cold water poured over my 

head, and the middle–aged woman held my 

face, sternly saying, “How dare you call Mr. 

Weston by his name? From now on, you will 

address him as Mr. Weston!” 

I shivered from the cold and trembled as I 

said, “I’m sorry. I… I will never dare to 

approach Mr. Weston again.” 

The woman was finally satisfied and laughed 

happily, bringing me the leftover vegetable 

soup and half a bun. 

She said graciously, “You wretched woman, 

eat.” 

I wolfed down the bun, shoving it into my 

mouth. She disdainfully clicked her tongue 

and said, “It’s like you haven’t eaten in 

centuries. Are you really from a wealthy 

family?” 

The director smiled and said on the phone, 

“Don’t worry, Gemma. I will definitely torture 

her hard.” 

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Now, Hector looked at my resistant 

expression, furrowing his brows tightly, 

“What’s wrong with you? What tricks are you 

playing now?” 

He said, “You weren’t like this before.” 

Before he said this, I almost forgot what I 

used to be like. The six months of life here 

were like hell. 

I bit my lip tightly, and opened my mouth 

blankly, but still didn’t say anything. 

A storm surged in my heart and I wondered 

who made me look like this. 

But I dared not ask the question. As soon as I 

thought of those things, I felt a wave of pain.

Seeing my lifeless and empty eyes, Hector 

clicked his tongue irritably. 

He took out a tissue and reached out his 

hand. 

I quickly grabbed hold of my head and 

instinctively defended myself. 

“I will be good. Don’t hit me. I’m a good girl.” I 

trembled as I said these things again and 

again. 

Hector froze for a while, puzzled, and said, 

“What are you talking about?”