I Have Antisocial Personality Disorder, and I Got My Revenge

My husband ended my pregnancy because of something his white moonlight said.

I spent two years dressing like the woman he loved just to marry him, yet I couldn't measure up to a single word from his white moonlight.

Evil runs in my blood, because my father was a serial killer with antisocial personality disorder.

But to be with him, I spent two years playing the role of his white moonlight's shadow: gentle, fragile, innocent, and kind. And yet they killed my child!

The bloodthirsty nature in my veins awakened.

Later, I dragged the scumbag by the leg, step by step, toward his white moonlight.

A long trail of blood stretched across the ground. Do you really think your white moonlight is as innocent and kind as she seems to you?

I smiled. You were in for it now.