Chapter 1

The day of my wedding, I watched my husband’s sister jump from a high-rise building. From that moment on, he believed I was the killer.

I was thrown into the basement, left for others to trample on.

Only after I got pregnant and then miscarried, did he sneer,

"This is just the beginning."

That blood-stained diary held the truth, carved deep into the soul—

But my husband, after plunging the knife into my heart with his own hands, finally realized he’d hated the wrong person.

Yet some scars, even the stark truth can’t heal.

Julian dragged me back to the mansion and immediately tossed me into the basement.

Faintly, I heard him tell the housekeeper to give me only one meal a day. Anyone who dared to sneak me extra food would be out on the street instantly.

The dim, sickly yellow light of the basement felt like a chill seeping into my very bones. A wave of humiliation and injustice washed over me, but I didn't even have time to cry. I knew screaming my lungs out wouldn't do a damn thing down here. My only hope was the housekeeper.

But it didn't take long for me to lose all hope. Who would give up Julian's generous salary for me?

Slowly, I adapted to the dark, damp days. But then, my worst fear came true: I was pregnant.

Before, I had dreamed of having a child with Julian. But now, this child was an unwanted one, without a name or place.

Every day, I deliberately tripped, I jumped as hard as I could. But this baby, it seemed determined, clinging stubbornly inside me.

When I felt the first flutter of life, I bit my lip and decided to keep him. For months, this unborn child was the only one who kept me company, giving me something to hold onto.

Sometimes, I'd recall the kindness Julian once showed me, but with time, those memories blurred.

Suddenly, as the due date approached, I saw Julian again.

"Julian, why won't you divorce me?"

"Divorce? That would be too easy on you. I need you to taste what it’s like to lose a loved one."

I stared at his terrifying, bloodshot eyes, completely unable to guess what he was planning.

The next second, he kicked me hard in the stomach. I felt that tiny life slowly draining from my body.

I didn't even get a chance to look again before my vision went black, and I passed out.

When I woke up, seeing my belly deflated, my heart felt like it was being ripped to shreds.