Whether I Live or Die, I am the One at Fault

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.