Chapter 4

I suffered a complete psychological break again.

Ever since the gala, I spent my nights screaming at the top of my lungs and clawing at my own skin.

Any man, even just the gardener, would send me diving under a table in a panic.

Matthew, playing the deeply concerned husband, brought in the best psychiatrist in the state.

It took a shot of tranquilizer to finally make me stop screaming.

I was shipped off to a highly exclusive private psychiatric clinic in the mountains. They called it a retreat. It was a prison indeed.

When I finally blinked awake, it…