In the days that followed, I argued with him, made a fuss, and even mentioned divorce, but Kurt always acted as a good-tempered nice guy, who let me do whatever I wanted.
In my view, it was because he didn't care about me. Whether I would be dead or alive and how I felt, none of it mattered.
As for Anna, she just thought that I was unreasonable and reckless.
I had my pride.
Thus, I would never tell anyone that my beloved one married me because of my father.
The moment I was rescued from the kidnappers, I was lying on the ground, unable to move. Under the gaze of many people, I buried my head very low, wishing I could bury it in the soil.
I wondered if they would also think that it was all the result of my fault.
I wanted to explain to them. I didn't do anything wrong, and it wasn't my fault.
Rosie, the gentle female police officer, took off her clothes to cover me and then picked me up.
She said firmly to me, "Ms. Ball, believe me. Everything will be fine."
I knew that it wouldn't get better.
I was destroyed so much that I couldn't recover.
At that time, I was wondering why I didn't die immediately.
I had no idea why I was still alive after suffering pain.