Love and hate are gone, sorrow and joy are the same

I was eighteen when Damon Blackwood stormed into my house and stabbed my father eighteen times.

As the police led him away, he smiled into the camera.

“Why would I regret it?

“No beast will ever again hide behind the guise of family to torment her.

“From now on, she’s the freest woman in the world, Sera Maxwell!”

When he got out of prison, he found me broke, my resume rejected again. He extinguished his cigarette.

He plunged himself into the city’s elite circles, clawing his way up until he became Mr. Blackwood.

After we married, every single one of his passwords was my birthday.