Deep inside, I quietly made a promise.
As long as he was willing to come and say sorry to me, as long as he was willing to admit his fault to me, I would set aside all old pain, forgive everything, and calmly get ready for the wedding with him.
But I waited again and again, hoped again and again.
I didn’t wait for Draco; instead, I waited for a serial murderer.
He didn’t want money, didn’t want sex; he only wanted my life.
I begged bitterly, struggled desperately, cried, and asked him why.
He coldly laughed a few times and smashed my head hard against the floor.
“Why?”
“Because you deserve it, because you must die!”
“You ruined another family, so I will make you pay the price as well!”
From his broken words, I slowly put together the reason behind everything.
It was Ravena who spread lies online, saying that I used influence to bully people and used my position to gain benefits for myself.
She said she broke her leg after falling while walking home from work, and claimed it happened because I was in a bad mood and purposely pushed her down the stairs.