Three Years of Lamplight by the Well

I thought he was the benefactor who had rescued me from misery, until I saw the marriage contract in his study.

The name of his lawful wife was my stepsister’s.

I quietly burned my own engagement letter.

When the flames flared, he rushed in, screaming, “You’ll never leave me!”

I smiled and pointed out the window. “The place where you pushed my father into a well three years ago...

I pretended to have amnesia for three years, waiting for you to fall in love with your executioner.”