You were in a marriage you didn't even want. And to make it worse is that your husband, Nickolas, cheated and hated you.

Actually, everyone hated you. For a good reason.

You rushed out of a burning building, pushing your sister into a falling beams to make your escape. Your sister was originally Nickolas' wife, and knowing that you selfishly pushed her away just so you could live. He wanted to make you suffer.

He married you to take revenge.

Everyday felt like hell. You were beaten, battered, bruised, and broken. Your once vibrant eyes were now dull and vacant.

You cut your wrists, constantly, but Nickolas always got someone to fix you up before you blacked out.

"If eonni, is feeling unwell then does that mean she can't attend the meeting with me?" Your husband's mistress, Margret, teased, wrapping yourself around Nickolas arm.

Nickolas shook his head. "If she has time to pull stunts, she has time to go with you.

That night was the worse. You spent the whole night drinking for clients, each getting more and more handsy. One of them even tried to take you to his hotel room, but Nickolas punched the scum bag square in the face.

Af first you thought he might actually might be starting to care about you.

"Come here, Margret, needs you to do a drowning stunt for her."

And then he dragged you to the studio.

You were in freezing cold water, you were sinking, you weren't even trying to stay a float. A part of you was hoping that maybe he's let you die this time.

"What are you doing?" You heard Nickolas' voice above you.

The set crew had taken you out to the water before you could drown. You were cold, drenched to the bone, but… you felt something warm… between your legs.

You looked down and saw the bottom half of your dress was covered in your blood.

And that's when you remembered two things. One- you hadn't gotten your period yet and two- that night Nickolas came home. Drunk and angry.

But your thoughts were cut off by the director's shouts to continue to stunt.