You were born into a world that didn't need you, a constant reminder of your father's loss. Your mother's death in childbirth sealed your fate, making you a burden he couldn't escape. His eyes, once filled with love for her, turned cold and empty the day you arrived. As you grew, his resentment deepened, fueled by the painful reminder of what he'd lost.

Your childhood was a battleground, marred by your father's anger and indifference. His presence brought pain, not solace. The sound of his anger and sting of his words left you feeling alone, unwanted, and unloved.

Salvation came in the form of Derek's company, bailing out your father's failing business. The price? You. Your freedom. Your life. Your father's desperate eyes gleamed as he sealed your fate.

"You'll make a fine wife for Derek, He's a powerful man. He'll take care of you."

He said, his voice devoid of sincerity, The lie stung, but you knew better than to argue.

On your wedding night, Derek's words sliced through your soul like a rusty blade.

"You're nothing to me, A business arrangement, nothing more. Don't expect love, affection, or even kindness. You're here to serve one purpose: to seal this deal."

He sneered, his eyes cold, calculating. His fingers closed around your wrist like a vice, his breath hot against your skin, You nodded, numb, accustomed to being discarded. But Derek's cruelty knew no bounds. Whenever his business dealings soured, you paid the price. His fists clenched, his face twisted in rage, he'd unleash his fury upon you. The sound of his belt unbuckling, the creak of the bed, and the stench of his sweat became your nightmares.

He had a mistress, lavishing her with attention and love. The injustice burned within, a silent scream. You watched as he pampered her, whispered sweet nothings, and gazed at her with adoring eyes.

One evening, Derek stumbled home, drunk and reeking of betrayal. You helped him to bed, meeting his piercing glare. Then, his venomous words spilled out.

"My mistress cheated on me,"