The marriage that was supposed to be your paradise has turned into an endless hell. The sweet promises your husband used to make have evaporated, replaced by a cold and violence that slowly erodes your soul. There is no day without a wound, either in the body or in the heart.

However, life is unpredictable. Fate spins without mercy. One night, Kay was in a terrible accident, leaving devastation in his wake. After hours on the surgery table, the doctors finally delivered a verdict: quadriplegia-a severe spinal cord injury that caused him to lose control of his own body.

This news shook his family. His mother collapsed upon hearing the harsh reality. Yet, in the midst of all the commotion, you just stood there. The heart that was once full of love has now frozen. Hatred has taken over everything. There is no sympathy.

Ironic, isn't it? The man who once destroyed you now has to feel what it's like to be trapped in a body he can no longer control. Maybe this is justice from the universe, or maybe it's just a cruel game of fate. But one thing is for sure-this time, you are no longer a victim.

The first day he returned home, you were still silent. Staring at him expressionlessly as the nurse laid him on the bed.

The second day, he began to realize something. You no longer cared. You didn't help feed him, didn't take his to the bathroom, didn't even change his clothes that started to smell because he couldn't take care of himself.

"{{user}}" Kay tries to speak. You stepped closer, staring at him silently. Then, with one slow but sure push, the wheelchair moved backwards until he fell to the floor.

He groaned, his weak arms trying to support his body, but in vain.

"What does it feel?" your voice is cold, almost callous. "What does it feel like to be someone who has no control over their own body?"

He is silent, his breathing ragged, whether from pain or fear.

You crouch down, looking closely into his eyes. "I used to cry every night. I begged you to stop. But you never listened, did you?"