After three years of our marriage, my husband's childhood sweetheart slandered me for pushing her off the building and causing her to have a miscarriage.

She cried and tugged at my husband's sleeve.

"I shouldn't have gotten you drunk. We had a crazy night and I got pregnant unexpectedly. I understand if your wife doesn't want me to keep the baby."

"But she could have just let me take the abortion pills, why did she push me down the stairs and break my legs? I'll never be able to dance again. She ruined my future ...."

My husband held her in his arms with heartache and stared at me with hatred.

That night, I had my hands and legs broken and I was locked up in a behavioral correction institution.

"You must pay for your mistakes and reflect on yourself here. I'll get you out after you've learned your lesson and understood," he said.

I cried and begged to defend myself, but he flew straight abroad with his childhood sweetheart to seek medical treatment.

A year later, he returned to Celestia in a high-profile with Hillary Arnouts, who had given birth to twins and finally remembered me who was still in the correctional center.

Outside the encrypted ward, he spoke with arrogance on his face.

"If you hadn't been infertile, Hillary wouldn't have thought of helping me to have children. She had good intentions, but you hurt her out of jealousy."

"For the sake of our old relationship, I'll give you another chance. As long as you raise my children well, you'll still be the wife of mine, Diego Hamilton."

He didn't hear me, in the ward, give him any response and kicked the door impatiently.

"Zara, why are you still throwing a tantrum? Do you want to be locked up for the rest of your life?"

He didn't know that the airtight ward could no longer hold me.

As early as ten months ago, I was treated with electroconvulsive therapy to the point of mental illness and committed suicide in despair.

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"It seems, here hasn't made you learn your lesson, but has made you behave even worse, right? If you insist on having bad behavior, I can only ask the staff to intensify the behavioral treatment for you."

Diego's voice was full of threats.

Hillary, who was following him, sensibly tugged at his sleeve and gently comforted him.

"Diego, don't be angry. I'll have some words with her."

She lightly knocked on the door, her voice soft and gentle.

"Zara, he has always been thinking about you. If you don't want to see me, I can leave. As long as he is well, I can do whatever you want me to do."

With just the right time to sob, pity immediately appeared in his eyes.

"Why would she let you go? With me here, she won't dare bully you. Don't be afraid."

He took Hillary's hand and called the management personnel of the correctional institution.

"Please, call more people over. If the person inside doesn't cooperate, I'll have to trouble you to control her."

Hillary leaned on his shoulder with teary eyes.

"Thank you for doing so much for me," she said in a sorrow.

Diego held her in his arms and stroked her hair lovingly, as if he loved her to the bone.

Even I wanted to knock them up after seeing them, it was a pity that now I had been a lost soul and unable to give applause for their shitty love.

The management personnel who rushed over looked evasive and looked at the locked room with some fear, stuttering.

"Mr. Hamilton, there's... there's no one inside...."

Diego froze for a moment, then sneered.

"I shouldn't underestimate her. Since she was a child, she's known best how to escape through the window. How could she be obediently locked up here? I should have thought of it long ago."

My mind suddenly cleared up and those things that were almost forgotten suddenly reappeared.

He remembered that I had always been a skilled-escapee.

In order to find Diego, my father couldn't hold me back and neither could my teacher.

At that time, I sneaked into his school, climbed through the window into the radio station and announced loudly to everyone.

"Diego Hamilton, I, Zara Palmer, won't marry anyone but you in this life."

I was still laughing wildly until he dragged me out of the school with a stern face.

"I want to find you, no one can stop me."

It turned out he still remembered it.

But he guessed wrong this time, it was different here, I didn't escape.

There were four airtight walls, no windows and four iron locks on the door.

I had my legs and hands broken and even moving them was excruciatingly painful.

The bone setting therapists hired by the institution came back and forth to treat my broken bone, calling it pain therapy.

With no anesthesia, my heart-wrenching screams were considered disobedience, so I was sent to the electric shock room.

For two whole months, the bones began to heal, but in an awkward shape.

I had trouble even standing up, how could I escape?

I couldn't escape.

Too bad, he didn't see or think about the situation around.

He dialed his assistant's phone number, Oliver Romanov, with a sullen face.

"Where did Zara escape to? When did she leave the correctional center? Why didn't anyone notify me about it?"

On the other end of the phone, the assistant's voice sounded particularly nervous and guilty.

"Mr. Hamilton, it was you who told us not to mention your wife in front of you, saying it would affect Ms. Arnouts' pregnancy, that's why we ...."

The man's face stiffened.

"Enough. Stop talking nonsense! Go check where Zara is now. I want the answer within half an hour!"

He abruptly hung up the phone and strode away with his sweetheart in hand.

On the car, his face was very solemn.

''I should have thought of it. When I asked her to apologize to you, she reacted so strongly. How could she obediently stay there and reflect on herself! It was my negligence."

Sitting in the back seat of the car as a lost soul, I quietly watched that cunning and evil woman wiping her tears away.

"Zara hates me for a reason. I don't blame her."

"Someone like me shouldn't have dreamed of marrying up to you, shouldn't have monopolized your love. The year I had you was the happiest time of my life, I will remember it forever."

Diego instantly softened.

"I know you're only thinking for my own good. Zara has been spoiled since she was a child, but you are different. You are always used to swallowing your anger."

"She always bullied you when you were a child and you suffered a lot. Let's take it as a settling of accounts this time. I'll make her admit her guilt and apologize."

Admit my guilt? The soul like suddenly began to tremble.

This so-called my husband, didn't know, I had already confessed my guilt.

Perhaps it was during the second or third visit to the treatment room.

The electric current flowed through my entire body and even fainting was a luxury. The instinct of my body made me lose all my self-esteem, but I was beaten again for dirtying the floor.

I admitted everything, knelt on the ground and plead guilty, begging them to let me go.

What harm? What jealousy? Even if they called me an alien, I admitted it.

I laid on the ground with my mind in a daze and my mouth was still muttering.

"I was wrong. I committed a heinous crime and deserve to go to hell. I was truly wrong."

The therapist asked me to speak out in detail about the crimes I had committed.

I collapsed on the ground and pondered for a long time, wondering what crime I had committed.

That day, Hillary came to my door and told me she was pregnant with my husband's child.

I was very angry and yelled at her that she was a shameless mistress.

She laughed so happily that she almost drove me crazy.

To tell you the truth, I didn't push her downstairs. I just wanted to drive her away, but she rushed up and pulled me towards the stairs, intentionally falling herself down.

I was terrified, but she immediately dialed Diego's phone number.

I still remembered the way Diego looked at me at that time.

He said, "I'll teach you a lesson that you'll never forget and never dare to bully Hillary again."

It was indeed unforgettable until it had become part of my soul and I still got scared as soon as I thought about it.

The days when I was neither alive nor death, even suicide was a luxury.

I had been preparing for death for a long time.

On the last day, I used my hands and feet to unlock the room in the early morning when everyone was still sleeping.

I didn't want to die at first. I thought it would be best if I could escape. It was better to live a miserable life than to die.

After opening the room door, I saw one access control and password lock after another outside the ward.

I made some effort, but as soon as I hit the door, the alarm rang.

So many people woke up and came to chase me. I had no choice. I really had no choice.

My hands were powerless and my legs were crooked, so I could only crawl up the stairs bit by bit like a piece of rotten meat.

I was not afraid of pain anymore. I was only afraid of being caught. Once caught, there were many things more terrifying than pain.

If I had a third sight, I thought I must have looked extremely horrific and terrifying at that time.

I struggled to climb to the top floor and faced a group of therapists who wanted to catch me, I didn't hesitate at all.

I was glad the moment I jumped.

My soul left my body and I saw the long bloodstains on the stairs left by my crawling.

I saw the wall of the room where I was imprisoned, with the word "escape" written in blood.

I saw my inhuman body being shoveled onto the truck.

My husband always asked me to apologize, but I still didn't know what I did wrong.

Now my soul had no way to escape from his side, I could only continue to follow him silently.

In the familiar house, many layouts still bear traces of my presence.

There were two extra baby beds next to the master bedroom.

When the nanny saw Diego, she smiled and said, "Mommy and Daddy are back. Look, who missed them so much!

Diego smiled brightly.

The family of four was happy and harmonious, with Hillary happily leaning next to him.

"Diego, I am so happy. If I could, I would stop time."

However, he was somewhat absent-minded and took out his mobile phone to check several times.

He comforted her perfunctorily.

"You play with the baby first, I'll go handle some company matters."

He picked up his phone and dialed Oliver's number again.

"It's been almost an hour. Where is the information I need? Where is Zara?"

There was silence for a long time on the other end of the phone before someone spoke in fear.

"I've investigated the information of the correctional center. Ten months ago, all of Ms. Palmer's information was deleted."

"I asked the therapist at that time and he said ... he said ...."

Diego was a little impatient.

"What are you dawdling for? Don't you want to do it anymore?"

The assistant seemed to have mustered up his courage before speaking:

"He told me that the person inside committed suicide by jumping off a building ten months ago due to depression."

The phone fell heavily to the ground and Diego's legs went weak and he fell to the ground.

"How is it possible ... how is it possible ...."

"How could Zara, such a heartless person, be depressed? You must have checked the wrong person. Did you use your brain to handle things?"

The assistant trembled nervously.

"It's not wrong ... I've checked the name information and it's indeed your wife."

Diego's voice trembled slightly.

"Why didn't you notify me, Oliver?"

"Mr. Hamilton, you forgot? You told me yourself at that time. You forbade us to mention anything about your wife and you also signed a contract with the correctional center, saying that you would not object and sue if an incident occurred during the treatment and allow the correctional center to take care of it."