Chapter 8

I've already made up my mind. I'll leave this place. I don't think there was a reason to stay. They were all lying to me, blatantly telling me lies that were obvious. They were deceiving me.

Staying became increasingly challenging, especially since my husband, the supposed anchor for my presence here, was consistently absent. Despite their claims of my marriage, their inability to provide any evidence, not even a picture from my own wedding, added to my growing sense of disillusionment.

I hung around for a while, hopeful that they'd eventually come clean. Unfortunately, that never happened – not even a bit.

It became disheartening and hard to trust anyone.

Disappointment settled in, directed at every individual under this roof.

Leaving now feels not just necessary but also freeing. Staying doesn't do anything for me anymore. The lies have unraveled, showing a truth that lines up with what I've been feeling.

I waited until everyone in the mansion was sound asleep before putting my esca