I Don't Believe Anyone

[The protagonist is self-interested, cold and suspicious] The old-fashioned wall clock struck the 12th time. The woman quietly opened her eyes, touched the short blade under the bed board, and looked at the sleeping man. Her beautiful face was flushed as she was about to get her revenge. The anger she had endured in serving her enemy for three years now ignited her madness. "Do you think I believe you?" The unprovoked black flame instantly engulfed the woman completely.