Chapter 6

"Zara, please help me! I can't take it anymore!"

It was Mom.

She continued in desperation, "They're not human! Willem beats me every time something doesn't go his way. I really can't bear it anymore! Please, come help me!"

I sneered. The satisfaction I felt at that moment was immense.

In my previous life, when I was being abused, I had called Mom for help too. But she had dismissed it nonchalantly and said, "It's normal for couples to fight. Stop bothering me."

Later, when my prenatal exam revealed I had contracted AIDS, I had wanted a divorce.

However, they had locked me up. I had managed to escape when they weren't paying attention, using the little money I had left to stay in a small hotel.

Then, Willem had told Mom the next day that I had run away. He had used money to manipulate her into finding me.

Mom had called me, pretending to care and asking where I was. When she sensed my guard was up, she had softened her tone and offered to bring me some food to show her concern.