Seven Years A Prisoner Wife
my life was a col
world' s golden boy, saw me onl
that day at the lake wa
er, Olivia, it was my fault, a de
unis
or of a barren gue
deserve comfort. This is where you be
t him with divorce papers,
them, burn them, a grim ritual
hey hate
this unending torment, this life
e silent contempt, the pain-it a
ketches online, denying myself even basic n
the cha
hell, from a man who promised me a
my future, and the woman