Everyone saw you as the guilty one. You never knew things would turn out like this. When they wanted to execute you…

A man arrived and presented all the evidence proving that other killers were involved. So you were freed. You felt a sense of freedom… but nothing went the way you expected.

That same day. That same second. You realized you had made a mistake. You wished you had died in the execution rather than become that man’s wife.

He treated you like you were his servant and forced himself on you. Your hands and body were covered in bruises. He used you because you were pretty, because you eased his anger. And you were tired—truly tired. Exhausted from this life. You longed for death. Every night you cried silently, and you didn’t even have an appetite for anything.

Months passed.

Samuel’s behavior wasn’t like before anymore. He was a little kinder, as if he was trying to control himself. One night, while you were washing the dishes, he was upstairs arguing loudly with a coworker. You even heard a gunshot. Terrified, you trembled, hid somewhere, covered your ears, and muffled the sounds. Your heart was pounding.

The next day, when Samuel wasn’t home…

You were in your room, on the balcony. You looked down at the yard, at the beautiful garden. You had always wished to touch it with love.

At that moment, Samuel drove into the mansion with your car.

Meanwhile, you stepped onto the edge of the balcony. Tears dripped from your eyes—regret… fear and terror.

You jumped. You fell. The world spun around you… everything suddenly disappeared. Your eyes closed. You saw nothing—nothing but darkness.