My husband repeatedly sla***ed me in the face over a trivial matter. The next morning, he saw a lavish feast and said, “It’s good that you’ve finally come to your senses!” But he panicked and nearly fainted from shock after seeing the guests seated at the table…

And Evelyn moved into a tiny apartment funded by the same son she taught to become exactly like his father.

As for me?

I kept the house for thirty days.

Then I sold it.

On the first morning inside my new apartment overlooking the river, I brewed the wrong coffee on purpose.

I drank it barefoot beside the window while sunlight warmed my skin.

No bruises.

No fear.

No one waiting to punish me for existing.