After Learning My Lesson, I'll Never Love Him Again

I was the big shot’s canary.

Because I got jealous when his old flame returned, he sent me to a correctional facility to learn my lesson.

For three years, I endured every kind of hardship.

He made me wear short sleeves in winter.

My fingers became so rotten they filled with pus.

My stomach hurt so badly I rolled around on the floor. No one cared for me, and I fainted several times.

Three years later, he asked me, “Have you learned your lesson?”

Yes, I had learned my lesson.

And I didn’t love him anymore.