Looking at the bruises on my body, I secretly took photos.
I wrote an anonymous letter reporting Alexander to the university. I wanted to tear off his mask and let everyone see his true face.
I thought once things blew up, I’d be able to get a divorce. But I had underestimated him.
When Alexander came home with my letter, I knew I was done for.
He beat me like a madman while I curled up helplessly on the floor.
When he was finally done, he gripped my face. “Olivia, why are you being so disobedient? I don’t like disobedient women.”
“Alexander, you may be able to stop me from reporting you to the school, but can you control the internet?” The bruises on my body were the best evidence now.
Alexander laughed coldly. “Who would believe the words of a crazy person?”
He dropped a document in front of me. With trembling hands, I opened it to find a psychiatric report in my name, detailing a history of mental illness and treatment.
I shook my head frantically. “No, that’s not true. I tore up the papers with all my strength.
“If I say you’re crazy, then you’re crazy. Understand, Olivia? Be a good girl.”
I collapsed on the floor, despair overwhelming me, I had no power to fight him, and no one to help me. In that moment, I desperately missed my parents.
11
I locked myself in the bedroom, not opening the curtains or turning on the lights. The darkness matched my current situation.
I realized Alexander had been monitoring me all along. The phone he gave me was specially modified to track my every move.
I had no other choice. First, I had to stay alive. I couldn’t end un in a mental hospital, locked away forever.
1:20 PM
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I started reverting to how I was before – dyeing my hair back to black, wearing the clothes Alexander liked.
Alexander was very pleased with my changes. He handed me a credit card. “I’ll transfer $10,000 to this account every month. Buy whatever you like. You don’t need to work anymore.”
I accepted it obediently. “Okay.”
