My husband let me die with the moonlight, but when I really die, he regrets crazy.

Jasper is a renowned philanthropist in his circle, and I am his assertive wife.

He has a cherished muse, and I went to great lengths to make him marry me.

During a covert mission, his muse disappeared. In his quest for vengeance, he broke my legs, locked me in a dungeon filled with water, and tormented me relentlessly.

"I don’t want you dead; I want you to live a life worse than death, repenting for your sins day and night."

I pleaded with him, insisting I didn't kill her, but he refused to listen. He whipped me, the barbs tearing into my flesh.