BLOOD BATH

BLOOD BATH

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I woke up in a dark room feeling dizzy and heavy. I could hardly sit or keep my eyes opened. The room looked like a dark forest.....a dark forest without life. Everything was In grey and black, no green.There was no sound In the room or forest I was in. The place sent an energy of death and it smelled of blood, although it was hard to sense the smell because it has been washed up.It was hard to see and some parts of this dreadful mysterious place as it was covered with fog. I stood up with a limp in my walk and my forehead bleeding. Scars and blood all over my body, like sharp finger nails scratched me. It hurts everywhere, the scars felt..... weird. It had a burning sensation and it looked more like tattoos or drawings, I couldn't understand. "Haa, you are finally awake!" I heard a voice of a man and my eyes wandered around the forest but there was no one. Was I hallucinating? Is this a dream...?
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Prologue - When Hearts Break Betrayal doesn't scream. It whispers. It seeps in like poison, invisible at first, until one day you wake up and realize you've been dying quietly inside. That was me. A wife. A mother. A woman discarded for someone else's smile on a glowing screen. He was supposed to be my forever. Instead, he became my wound. Eight months later, I'm still learning how to breathe without bleeding. Two children look at me with eyes too wise for their years. Han, seventeen, carrying silence like armor. Bella, six, asking me why Ami cries at night when the world is asleep. I tell her it's just allergies. She doesn't believe me. Some nights, I wonder if I still exist beyond the roles I'm forced to carry-mother, provider, survivor. Is there still a woman left inside me? Or did she die the night she saw the truth blinking on his phone? And then, in the middle of that loneliness, I met him. Not in the real world, but behind a username. Mr× A stranger with shadows darker than mine. A man broken by betrayal, scarred by addiction, living with an illness that became his shame. We should have never crossed paths. But broken souls recognize each other. And sometimes, even in the darkest places, love finds a way to whisper back. This isn't a fairy tale. This is a story of two wounded hearts, meeting in the rain of their ruins, daring to dream of sunlight again.

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