My husband White Moonlight set fire to me. After I disappeared, he regretted it.

When the man came to pick me up, I lay naked on the bar table.

He saw the wine stains and scars on my body, yet his eyes showed no pity.

I picked up my torn clothes from the floor and numbly followed him.

I took my sister's place to marry Gideon, trying to please him for five years.

During the worst of my depression, he brought home the woman he was seeing.

He forced me to confess and serve a girl who looked exactly like my sister.

The tenth time I cut my wrist, Gideon sat by the bed and told me he hated me.