The man before me felt like a kidnapper.
The wounds on my skin seemed to tear open inch by inch, dragging me back to that endless hell.
I lost all reason, holding on only to the instinct to survive.
In a panic, I grabbed a vase from the corner and smashed it.
Sophia rushed over at the noise and saw Lucas covered in blood.
She frantically called the police and an ambulance.
As she cried while moving, “Help! Someone help me! Wendy has gone mad, she’s trying to kill someone!”
And just like that, the police took me away.
Sophia produced the photo of me walking naked into the charity event.
She claimed I had long-standing mental issues and sent me to a mental hospital.
While the admission was processed, Lucas handled everything for me.
From cash and bank accounts to meals and daily needs.
Everything was arranged perfectly.
As he left, he glanced at me and said, “Sophie, remember to be a good girl here.”
“I’ll come pick you up when you’re better.”
But everyone knew I wouldn’t be there.
By then, Lucas and Sophia’s affair had already become public gossip.
He needed an excuse to discard me, an unnecessary burden.
So I could only be labeled a madwoman.
… Fallen leaves drifted down.