Six years after I married my husband, I realized I was just a double.

Julian Blackwood demanded three vials of my blood, five thousand strands of my hair, and a jar of my happiest tears.

Using these as his raw materials, he created a world-renowned masterpiece, "Beloved."

On our wedding day, I chose that very painting as our backdrop, my heart brimming with joy, waiting for Julian to come and claim me.

Until a woman who looked eerily like me slashed the canvas with a small knife.

"Julian Blackwood, how much longer until you finally let me go?! I stopped loving you ages ago!"