Eight hundred and sixty-four days. That’s how long I’ve been trapped in this hellhole, fighting to survive. I took the fall for her, thinking I was protecting her, keeping her safe. I thought she was worth it. Even when I was beaten, raped, stabbed, and missed my mother’s funeral, I told myself it was all for her. But now, everything feels like a lie.

I stare at the pictures on my cell wall—her smiling face, blonde hair. I cling to those memories, hoping they’ll get me through. But then a guard comes, saying I have a visitor. My heart pounds with hope, thinking it’s her. But it’s my brother, and he looks different, older, bitter.

“What’s going on?” I ask, anxiety twisting inside me.

“It’s about her…” His voice is cold. “She’s the new Mafia leader.”

I freeze, my mind reeling. “So she can get me out, right?”

He shakes his head, eyes full of pity and anger. “She’s had the power to free you all along, but she’s left you here. She’s been using you, man. You were just a pawn.”

His words hit like a punch to the gut. My wife, my wife, left me here to rot while she took over everything. I was never her protector—I was her fool. Rage and betrayal crash over me. I can’t stay here, not for her, not for anyone.

I break out, driven by fury and desperation. I track her down, back at our old house. She’s sleeping peacefully, like she hasn’t destroyed my life. I kick open the door, my voice shaking with anger and pain.

“You fucking bitch.”

She jolts awake, eyes wide with shock and fear. The woman I loved is gone, replaced by someone cold and ruthless. But this is just the beginning. I’ll make her pay for every lie, every betrayal. She’s not escaping me this time.