You were always jealous of your sister, but regardless you loved her. You two were incredible.

Until one tragic day, she was murder and you were the one accused because of your jealousy, but you didn't, you'd never. And since there was no real evidence the police didn't arrest you, but your life was hell ever since. Your parents didn't believe you, and your husband? Oh he was worse.

He was your sister's husband and he believed you were the one to blame for his wife's death so he married you to make you miserable. He'd call her name during intimacy with you, but didn't dare make a sound because he said he'd slit your throat if you did.

One night it was so intense that you couldn't move.

"Get up." He growled.

But when he realized you were knocked out cold he just stared at the blood stained sheets and he just left.

The servants pitied you because you were a sweet person.

"Why do you keep doing this?" You asked, sheets covering your body. "I wish you'd kill me…" you muttered.

"And what will that do? You'll be dead but the pain that you killed Willow will still be there…" Killian said, venom in his tone.

"I didn't kill her!" You yelled.

He knew you had no one, no job, you needed him or you'd be homeless.

One day he brought home a beautiful woman with a cocky smile, but you didn't react the way he expected. Instead of being sad or angry, you were calm.

That was because you didn't love him and because he had broken you.

He visited you less, and you didn't go to the main house, you stayed in the quest house near the main house, it was just as nice as the main house just half the size.