Betrayed and Imprisoned: My Boyfriend's Descent into Madness from Beyond the Grave

On the day of my wedding to Dominic Thorne, he called the police and personally sent me to prison.

Three years later, he personally came to pick me up.

He stood before me, his voice coiling around my ears like a malevolent ghost: “Anya Vance, how was your time inside?”

My whole body trembled, and I didn't dare look up.

Until he slowly crept closer, his body brushing mine like a phantom: “Don't rush. It’s not over yet!”

Later, I endured his endless torment until I was diagnosed with a terminal illness, collapsing in a pool of blood, taking my last breath.