The Rain Didn't Wash Me Away

Synopsis

The icy rain mixed with blood, running down between my legs. Kneeling in the mud, I looked up at the woman in that second-floor villa—she was smiling. And my husband? He was busy making her ginger soup with his own hands. Two days later, I was lying in a hospital bed when he walked in. My dad slapped him across the face and roared, "You killed your own child!" He stood there frozen. I just smiled. The show was just getting started.