After Eight Years of Marriage, You Actually Want to Kill Me

"Stop struggling," he shouted angrily at me. "You're not going to survive." My mind went blank, my hands tightly grasped a dead vine hanging from the cliff, and I looked in disbelief at the man in front of me who I had lived with for eight years. After so many years of marriage, I have never seen his eyes so cold. "Why, why?" I asked him with a trembling cry, "Daughter! Think of your daughter!" This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.