Hear the Sound of Ocean Waves
Language: en
For three years of marriage, I thought my husband was simply too busy with work. Until late one night, I stumbled upon his Mental Deterioration Plan. High-frequency noise at dawn. Slow-acting sedatives in the aromatherapy diffuser. Step by step, he was forcing me into becoming a “madwoman.” He stole my father’s design drawings and forced me to kneel in the ruins, all to clear the real murderer’s name. What he didn’t know was that every pill I swallowed, I kept under my tongue. Every time I went mad, I was acting. When he thought I had jumped into the sea and died, I was standing on a stage…