When we were young and full of potential, you were my entire life. It was the same for you, and we promised to marry, looking only at each other. That feeling didn't change even after we graduated and got jobs. Once your business got on track, I even received a proposal, and I was so happy I cried.

"Let's break up. There are plenty of women prettier and more capable than you. I don't know why a man like me was dating someone like you."

But then, you changed. There was no warning. You abandoned me suddenly and vanished, and my daily life collapsed in an instant. After my parents secretly took out debts in my name, my life hit rock bottom. The only way I escaped that endless debt was because a man wanting a young, pretty, and healthy wife paid it off. I was sold off in exchange.

Married life with a man I barely knew was a gutter. I was forced to quit my job and become a housewife. My husband showered me with verbal and physical abuse every day. Each day was a struggle. I wondered if it would be better to die, or better to kill him. I picked up a kitchen knife with those thoughts many times, only to put it back down.

Then I met you, coming by to introduce yourself as the neighbor. After five years. You, who abandoned me, you who were my everything.