"Leave my life, Anna"

I still remember that day as if it happened just yesterday, every detail seared into my memory. The sky was overcast, and a cold wind had begun to pick up as I walked back from the market, clutching the basket of groceries tightly in my arms. The streets were quiet, the usual chatter of the townspeople subdued by the impending storm. I hurried my steps, eager to get back home before the rain began.

The word felt hollow, almost mocking. The Idris house was never a home to me, not really. It was a place where I existed, not lived. And now, as Samuel’s wife, it had become a prison for my body.

When I reached the house, it was eerily silent. Mr. Idris and his wife had left earlier that morning for a visit to a nearby town, leaving Samuel and I alone. I had thought that maybe, just maybe, with them gone, the day would pass peacefully. But I should have known better.

The moment I stepped through the door, I felt it—a tension in the air, thick and suffocating. Samuel was waiting for me, stan