The Martyr Is A Serial Killer
Language: en
I was halfway through a glass of vintage Pinot on a private sun-drenched terrace in the Maldives when the universe forcibly unstitched itself and dragged me into a trashy melodrama. Specifically, I was shoved into the frail, trembling body of a tragic romance heroine. The mandate? Play the meek, self-sacrificing martyr who endures endless abuse with a tear in her eye and forgiveness in her heart. I had to laugh. "Meek?" Honey, please. I don't possess a single delicate bone in my body. Before this, I was a convicted murderer.