My hands, which I use to play the violin, were smashed. The day before the competition, my fiancé smashed my hands with a heavy hammer. All because I accidentally broke the hand of the woman he adored. Even my own brother looked indifferent and said, “This is the debt you owe, you deserve this punishment.”
When that woman accidentally hurt someone, they also pushed me out to take the blame.
As I stood trial before the judge, my fiancé and brother sat nervously in their seats. It wasn’t until I was about to be executed by shooting that they began to regret their actions.
It was pouring rain outside, with terrifying thunder crashing and in the dimly lit room, Axel had his men pin me to the ground. Struggling, I crawled to him and clung tightly to his pant leg. “Axel, please… let me go. I didn’t mean to hurt Karen, it was just an accident.”
