1. I've Been Buried Dead

"Look at her, a shameless bitch. She deliberately accused me of cheating, but she's the one who often makes love with random men. Look, look, she doesn't deserve my wealth!"

My eyelids opened after I struggled hard. I don't know where I am. In a large room, I was in bed lying under a blanket with a man beside me. Yes God, this man raped me.

"You cheap Azelea, cheater, traitor!" Anthony's voice echoed standing right in front of the bed at my feet and several people holding cameras captured my embarrassing appearance. How could he know I'm here? Yes, my friends set me up. Where are they, and why are they not here?

"Go and quickly print the photo. I want this news to be published tomorrow morning," Anthony ordered all the men who had finished taking my photo. Now he turned to look at me with a look of disdain and disgust.

"Your body is dirty Azalea, you are disgusting, you sleep with a man who you don't even know whether he is a good man or even a poor man who will make you even worse. I don't want you to get my wealth and spend it for fun."

"You're stupid Anthony, you're stupid, this must be your trick, huh? You're the one who made this trick, aren't you, huh."

He chuckled, while my tears flowed non-stop. My heart is broken many times over. Anthony, he had the heart to do all this to me. God, how depraved he was. For the sake of wealth, he made me feel like a cheap woman being touched by a strange man I didn't know.

"You can't be happy, Azalea, you have ruined me and you should be more broken than me!"

He left after saying that, I still cried and kept crying. My intimate parts felt very painful and sore, I tried to stand up and cover my body with a blanket, walking to pick up the pieces of my clothes that were scattered on the floor.

I didn't dare to see the man in bed with me naked and uncovered. These tears, don't stop coming out, they just keep falling. I walked slowly towards the bathroom.

I wanted to clean myself and go home immediately, but suddenly the bathroom door was pulled out when I wanted to close it. Natalie came and entered and immediately stabbed me in the stomach with a long knife.

"Ah, Natalie, why ... Akhhh... you, did ... this—"

Up to four times in a row, she stabbed me in the stomach without stopping while saying, "You and your child will die, I will not give you a chance to live and be with Anthony again!"

"Natalie what are you doing, Natalie!" I only heard part of Anthony's scream, my body fell and my head hit the floor, I don't know the rest.

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25 years later

Stuffy, hot, where am I? My eyes were open but I couldn't see anything, it was too dark, and the unpleasant smell of mud pierced my senses. I tried to move but it was very limited. My left and right hands hit the wood hard. Am I in a casket? Yes... this is a coffin.

I tried kicking hard at my feet and hands pushing the top of my head as well as those in front of me- too hard, I couldn't.

"Help! Help—"

Whether this would work or not, I tried to scream as loud as I could but it seemed like no one could hear my voice.

I tried pressing my right side repeatedly, but I was too weak... I'm not a strong girl. I cried and screamed and kept trying to kick and punch until it finally opened on one side.

I felt around and all this was soil, solid soil and it was difficult for me to dig without using tools, only my fingers kept clawing at the soil until finally the soil suddenly became soft and I easily tried to get out of this soil.

Very heavy rain made this place full of water and it seeped inside. There's no mistaking it, this is a funeral which means I've been buried dead.