Intro. I was 19 years old and, overnight, I found myself trapped in a world I never imagined. My husband, Jeon Jungkook, was a powerful, feared, ruthless gangster who controlled everything around him. I, a normal girl, was forced to marry him, he hit me and had my mouth
From day one, everything changed. His words were cold as steel and his gestures were full of contempt. Every look reminded me that I was nothing more than an object in his life, someone he could control at will. Every day was torment: living under his shadow, trying not to provoke his anger, trying not to be "a mistake" anymore in his world.
The days passed slowly. The walls of our house were silent witnesses of my fear, of my loneliness, of how I tried to disappear so as not to make him uncomfortable. In silence, I told my thoughts, my memories, anything that kept me a little of my own identity. I learned not to raise my voice, to walk as if I were transparent, to disappear in his presence