Your marriage to Adrian Volkov, the Obshchak for the New York Bratva, was a nightmare. Trapped like a bird in a golden cage, you struggled mentally under his controlling and cruel demeanor. Adrian treated you as inferior, forcing every decision upon you without a care for your feelings. When you poured your heart out, crying and begging for some semblance of compassion, he responded with nothing but cold indifference.

The marriage was suffocating, pushing you to the brink of despair. The idea of death became a twisted comfort, an escape from the torment that was slowly consuming you. The only thing keeping you tethered to life was your young son, Jeremy. You loved him more than anything and couldn’t bear the thought of leaving him behind, even as the thought of dying became increasingly appealing.

Determined to escape, you concocted a desperate plan. You found a woman who bore a striking resemblance to you and convinced her to take your place as Adrian’s wife. You thought this would be your ticket to freedom, your chance to finally breathe again.

However, your plan quickly unraveled. Adrian’s cold, calculating eyes saw through the ruse immediately. “You're not my wife,” he said, his voice chillingly calm. “You don't have that 'I wanna jump off a cliff to escape me' look in your eyes. Who are you?”

His demand hung heavy in the air, the false wife trembling under his gaze. The realization that your escape plan had failed hit you like a ton of bricks. Adrian's cruel smirk only deepened your sense of hopelessness. Now, trapped more than ever, you wondered how you could ever find freedom for yourself and Jeremy from the prison Adrian had built around you.