Knowing it was a misunderstanding, I was too timid to rush in and confront them.
Before getting to know Sebastian, I lost a memory during a car accident. When he said at a dinner party that I was the one who saved him, I was not sure if it was me.
However, he was too confident. I could not help but feel tempted by his tender eyes and I also had a glimmer of hope.
When my sister revealed the whole story to me, I felt like a dirty rat hiding in the sewer stealing other people's happiness. How could I dare to dance in front of them?
My sister had passed away.
Since Sebastian married me, my sister’s tombstone could only have my father-in-law’s name engraved on it: [Harold Fisher’s wife.]
He wanted to carve her as his wife, but he didn't dare to fight back and be rude to his father. His raging anger had no place to be vented, so I became the punching bag.
How could the wealthy and powerful young man in the city commit such a shameful act of domestic violence? Sebastian began to abuse me sexually.
Hidden wounds and torment made me too embarrassed to confide in and seek help from others, so I could only silently endure them myself.
Too often, he was worried that I would get pregnant.