All past efforts were in vain

On the road back to our hometown, I stumbled and fell after being shoved by my husband's first love. I complained to him, just a little.

But he accused me of putting on a show for his sympathy and said he was sending me to a convent to learn some humility.

Two years of harsh penance passed. I was skin and bones, barely clinging to life.

I thought he would finally come to take me home, but instead, he came to tie me up and force me to give blood to Rianne.

"Haven't two years of repentance bee