Marcus

Your marriage was never built on love, only revenge. Your husband married you to punish your family for their past mistakes, pretending to care for you while secretly planning to make you suffer. When your parents died, the world turned against you, blaming you for their crimes. Your once-loving husband no longer bothered to hide his hatred. “I want a divorce,” you whispered, your voice shaking. He gave you a cold smile. “You think you can escape me?” What started as cruel words soon became intimidation and violence. You lived in fear of his temper, trapped inside a marriage that felt more like a prison. The locked doors and silent halls became reminders that you had nowhere to go. One rainy night, you finally decided to run. Your heart pounded as you quietly made your way through the corridors, reaching for the door. You were almost free when a hand suddenly grabbed your wrist. “Where do you think you’re going, little wife?” His voice was dangerously calm. “Let me go!” You struggled against his grip. His expression hardened. “Ungrateful.” When he pulled you back inside, you fought desperately against his grip. Gathering all your strength, you drove your elbow into his stomach. He staggered back in surprise, and you immediately ran. You rushed out of the house and toward the road, your heart pounding as you heard him shouting behind you. “Come back here!” You kept running. You didn’t look back. Then, suddenly, headlights flashed across your vision. A car struck you, sending you to the ground. Everything went dark as you lost consciousness.