The thing I regret most is meeting him. He imprisoned me, and all I felt was darkness and despair.
After we broke up, I even regretted it. I regretted not betraying him.
But he hadn't touched me in four years, and that made me feel guilty.
So I figured I might as well be completely unforgivable. I betrayed him and got pregnant. The baby was born, but I left it at an orphanage.
Because that was the best way to protect the child.
Every day I was afraid, because there really was a pair of eyes watching me every moment. At last, he finally appeared. He was going to kill me.
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