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

"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.