A Decade of Confinement
In the tenth year of being held captive by Kevin Hemsworth, he lost his memory in a car accident.
When he woke up and saw my bloated figure, he frowned in disgust. "Who are you?"
Recalling his past threats, I was terrified this was just another test.
So I told him the truth that I had been by his side all these years.
He laughed sarcastically. "Don't joke around. You're not my type."
Laura Powell, my friend who had secretly loved him for ten years, pointed at me and cursed, "Just because you look a little like me, you barged into Kevin's life and became his maid. Fine. But how dare you pretend to be his lover?"
As punishment for lying, Laura had me dragged away from Kevin. She broke my hands and slashed my face.
Lying on the ground and barely alive, I smiled at Kevin.
For the past ten years, he never allowed me to escape, but he wouldn't let me die either.
Now, I leaped off a cliff under his cold gaze. He wouldn't have my body even after I died.