Me Against the Comments

I was hanging nearly 300 feet above the ground. My fingers were locked tight around the edge of the window frame.

The sound of the door being banged echoed nonstop in my ears. Each heavy knock felt like it was pounding straight into my heart, leaving me drenched in cold sweat.

[Why isn't Bea being good and staying in the room to wait for the male lead to save her? Why do something this dangerous?]

[If Bea falls to her death, who's the male lead supposed to have a sweet romance with? Go back inside! The male lead will definitely protect you!]

I clenched my jaw as I stared at those dumb comments. Anger was rising in my chest.

In my previous life, I listened to them. I hid in my room and waited to be rescued.

What I got instead was Andy Lancaster breaking down the door, slashing my face, breaking my legs, and violating me.

By the time I nearly died, Kevin Zimmerman finally showed up.

Kevin heroically subdued Andy, handed him over to the police, sent me to the hospital, and took meticulous care of me.

Later, when I was traumatized and barely conscious of my own choices, he married me.

Everyone said I was lucky. After being disfigured and violated, I still managed to marry a 'good man' like Kevin.

After marrying Kevin, I gave birth to three children in a row. On the surface, my life looked happy and complete, but it was all a lie.

After forcing me into marriage, Kevin seized everything my parents had left me.

He locked me inside the house and used me as a baby-making machine. Then one night, when he was dead drunk and let something slip, I finally learned the truth.

Andy had been acting on his orders.

He knew my parents were dead and that I owned a massive inheritance, so he came up with this evil scheme to steal everything from me.

After learning the truth, I set the house on fire and had us both killed.

To my surprise, God took pity on me, and I was reborn.

This time, I wouldn't let Kevin's plot succeed.

A gust of cold wind swept past, dousing my rage and pulling me back into reason.

I carefully studied the outer wall. The ledges beneath the windows were only about the width of a palm, but they were my only way out. I used them to climb toward the stairwell window before pulling myself inside.

I was completely focused while mapping out the route in my head. It was like what I used to do back when I trained in rock climbing.