Trapped in Betrayal and Distrust

That was the year the love story of Henry Ridley and me began.

Just for my sake, he was stabbed three times, one on his brow, one on his ankle and one on his back.

Everyone said he loved me dearly.

Till another woman came knocking on my door with a pregnant belly.

"You're Tatiana Arnaut, right?"

That woman threw a stack of photos at my face.

"Henry no longer loves you. I advise you to be sensible and leave him quickly."

In those scattered photos, Henry had a warm and gentle look.