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Seven Years A Prisoner Wife

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 662    |    Released on: 04/07/2025

of her adoptive parents, the Davis family. A flashback, sharp and unwanted, played in her mind. She was ten years old, standing

cooed, hugging Emily tightly. "Y

h? More scribbling? You should try to be more like your sister. Focus on useful things." She didn't even glance at the drawing before turning back to Emily

y had fallen off the pier and was struggling in the water. Without a second thought, Sarah dove in. The water was cold, and the current was strong, but she reached him. As she pushed him towards

oor swimmer, she had waded into the deep water, perhaps thinking it looked easy, perhaps just wanting all eyes back on her. When they found her, it was too late. She had drowned. David, who was then Emily's ad

ere supposed to be watching her! You were just showing off, and now she's gone!" David stood besi

e Davis house. She looked at Sarah with her piercing eyes and declared the solution. "A life for a life," she said, her voice leaving no room for argument. "It is fate. To appease the spirits and rep

edroom and opened the door to a small, empty room. He pointed to the bare floor. "This is your room," he said, his voice devoid of any emotion. Then, he shoved her, not violently, but with a firm, deliberate

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“For seven years, my life was a cold, silent prison. My husband, David Chen, the tech world' s golden boy, saw me only as his sister Emily' s murderer. What happened to Emily that day at the lake was an accident, a tragedy. But to David and my adoptive mother, Olivia, it was my fault, a debt I had to pay every single day. My punishment? The hard, cold floor of a barren guest room was my bed. His cruel words, "A murderer doesn't deserve comfort. This is where you belong," echoed in my ears every night. Every month, I would present him with divorce papers, a desperate plea for freedom. And every month, he would tear them, burn them, a grim ritual reminding me there was no escape. Why did they hate me so much? What had I truly done to deserve this unending torment, this life lived as a ghost in a gilded cage? But the constant humiliation, the silent contempt, the pain-it all fueled a secret fire within me. I meticulously saved every penny, selling sketches online, denying myself even basic necessities to afford a one-way train ticket. Tonight, the charade ends. I' m walking away from this living hell, from a man who promised me a life but delivered only a sentence. I' m reclaiming my name, my future, and the woman I was always meant to be.”
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