Seven Years A Prisoner Wife

my life was a col

world' s golden boy, saw me onl

that day at the lake wa

er, Olivia, it was my fault, a de

unis

or of a barren gue

deserve comfort. This is where you be

t him with divorce papers,

them, burn them, a grim ritual

hey hate

this unending torment, this life

e silent contempt, the pain-it a

ketches online, denying myself even basic n

the cha

hell, from a man who promised me a

my future, and the woman