I was strangled to death by my cheating husband when I asked for a divorce. I thought that would be the end of my painful life.
“I’m young…?”
When I opened my eyes again, I went back to being a powerless, mute 12 year old daughter of a count. My uncle who was watching for an opportunity to swallow the count. An audacious housemaid who thinks that they’ve become the owner. Furthermore, a maid who steals mother’s belongings?
‘I won’t live like this again, I can’t!’
One life spent being used, suffering, and dying in vain was enough. Those who made my life torture.
‘I will delete them all from my life.’
