Se connecterBut this time, when Joe appeared before me again, he was holding only a bouquet of flowers.Outside my home, he had arranged a circle of heart-shaped candles. In the sky, fireworks—custom-made—burst and sparkled just for me.In the past, I would have been moved to tears by such a display, overcome by gratitude for all he had done. But now… I simply watched, detached.Joe walked toward me, holding the flowers."Sandra, today, I officially apologize. I know I was wrong before, but I've changed. I can't lose you. I want to make it up to you—please, forgive me."A crowd had gathered, cheering and clapping, urging me to forgive him.His eyes were earnest.No one knew what had really happened between us. No one would understand why I might refuse him. After all, which girl could resist being moved by such a grand gesture?Amid the shouting, the pleading, the clamor for forgiveness, I slammed his bouquet to the ground."Joe! How dare you think that a simple 'I was wrong' and this sho
After burying my son's ashes, I returned home and cleaned the entire house from top to bottom.By the time I finished, night had fallen completely. Exhausted, I sank against the wall, shrouded in darkness. My son's face surfaced in my mind, and tears slipped silently down my cheeks.I don't know how much time passed before I wiped away my dry tears, stood up, and switched on the light.After tonight, the past would drift away like smoke. I had to pull myself together and live.I gave myself a month-long mini-vacation. Each day, I ate, slept, read, and walked. Slowly, my strength returned, and I found work nearby.The first month I got paid, I adopted a stray dog. With it by my side, I no longer felt lonely. I thought life would stay this calm forever.But tonight, walking the dog after work, I rounded a corner—and froze at the sight of the person I never wanted to see again.Joe.I wanted to turn and run, instinctively. But he was faster. Before I could move, he grabbed my hand
Moreover, Sandra's attitude had been off lately.At that moment, Lennon's cries grew unbearably loud. He flung himself onto Joe, clinging desperately, demanding to be held.In a blind surge of anger, Joe shoved Lennon to the ground. His strength was too great. The boy's head struck a sharp edge, and blood gushed out.Sofia screamed in terror and rushed forward, scooping up her son. Tears streamed down her face as she instinctively turned her frustration toward Joe."What are you doing? Joe! How could you take it out on him? Lennon's head is bleeding!"Crying, she held the boy and yanked at Joe. "Take him to the hospital—now!"But Joe stood frozen, his presence so oppressive it felt lethal.Sofia lost control. In a flurry of panic and rage, she slammed the scattered diary to the floor. Papers flew everywhere again.Joe froze for a fraction of a second, then his eyes blazed red. Without hesitation, he grabbed Sofia by the neck."Who gave you the right to destroy her things? All
Sandra, who had once loved beauty above all else, had spent the last five years scraping by. Not once had she allowed Joe to feel even a trace of guilt.But today… for some reason, he felt endless regret.A knife seemed lodged in his chest, twisting endlessly against his heart, sending waves of pain through him.Unconsciously, tears slipped from Joe's eyes, landing with soft taps on the diary. Panicked, he quickly wiped them away.He exhaled sharply, forcing the tears back, and continued flipping through the pages.[They said as long as I have the money, I can ransom Joe back! No matter how much it costs, I'll do it. Today I picked up ten part-time jobs all at once.]…[Because we didn't have money, our son had to transfer to a boarding nursery in the suburbs. I'm not a good mother… he's so small…[When can I ransom Joe back? I'm so tired.[Just a little longer. When Joe returns, all this suffering will turn to sweetness.]…Joe couldn't bear to read any further.It was as
Third-Person POVJoe typed the word, then immediately deleted it.He slammed his hand against his head. How could he even think such a thing? The last time he had called Sandra, their son had been chattering non-stop on the line.He continued typing messages, each one more desperate than the last.Joe: [Why weren't you there when I got back?]Joe: [Did you go pick up our son from school?]Joe: [Give me an address. I'll come get you both. We can have a meal together. I even bought a toy plane for our son.]Joe: [?]Joe: [Reply!]The final message was sent—and then, a notice appeared.Joe froze. His hand shook without him even noticing. Sandra… had blocked him.A dry laugh escaped him. Of course—she was just being temperamental again. He had left her for five years, let her suffer for five years, and apparently, she still hadn't learned.Angrily, he set the phone down. No more messages.After all, her tiny, broken rental had already been trashed, and she had no money to spea
Whenever Sofia cried, Joe never asked why—he would unload a storm of scolding on me, claiming he had to "teach me a lesson." Yet the next day, he would bring a gift and soothe me patiently.A slap followed by a sweet gesture—this was his way, his habitual pattern.For all those years, I had been trapped in his sweets, never able to see his true heart. Willingly, I endured suffering for him. Tears fell silently as I felt the futility of all those years.I wiped the blood from the scratches on my thighs—she had drawn blood with her nails—and went to the hospital for a quick bandage.When I returned to the rental, every door had been removed. People were moving in and out, tossing furniture into the street. I panicked and tried to stop them, but they ignored me entirely.I recognized them—they were the very same people I had paid off to clear my debts. They were Joe's men.As he had said, if I behaved, my son and I would be granted a better life. If I didn't… this was the punishment







