I was resolutely determined to put an end to my five-year-long marriage. Abandoned by my husband in the desolate Leafshire, I had nearly perished. I could vividly recall that dreadful moment when I crawled out of a filthy chicken coop, my body completely covered in feathers and excrement, emitting an unbearably foul stench. A broken plastic bucket was precariously perched on my head, and an unknown, thick and viscous liquid was slowly dripping down my matted hair. I tightly clutched a dark and indistinct object that I had stolen from the coop, which was to be my meager food for the day. I had wrestled it away from the scrawny chickens with all my might. Refusing to loosen my grip on the black object, I shoved it more forcefully into my mouth, my eyes staring blankly at the well-dressed man who stood before me. He was visibly shaken and appalled by my ghastly appearance. Taking a deep, steadying breath, he managed to maintain a polite smile, albeit with an underlying sense of discomfort.

"Mrs. Lambert, Mr. Lambert has sent me to bring you back home," he announced.

I let out a self-deprecating laugh. Mrs. Lambert? Did I still have any right to that title? I clumsily wiped my face with the back of my hand, inadvertently smearing the chicken feces and dirt even more, further exacerbating my disheveled and wretched state. It took a painstaking half-hour shower in the airport bathroom to make myself look somewhat presentable and human again. Staring at the emaciated and scarred woman in the mirror, I could scarcely believe that this was once the pampered and cherished daughter of the Carr family.

"Ruth?" A voice suddenly rang out from behind me, causing me to shudder involuntarily. I stiffly turned around to face Nathan, whom I had once held in deep disdain. His eyes were filled with disbelief. Perhaps it was because he hadn't expected the once glamorous and sophisticated Miss Carr to have fallen to such a pitiful state. I desperately wanted to flee, to escape from his scrutinizing gaze, but I was rooted to the spot by his next words.

"I heard Frank..." he began.

I sharply raised my head, cutting him off abruptly. "Don't speak!" I hissed.

He looked at me, on the verge of saying more, but ultimately chose to remain silent. I boarded the plane home as if I were fleeing for my life, yet I felt as if my heart was being tightly grasped by an invisible and merciless hand, making it impossible for me to breathe. Upon landing, the chauffeur respectfully escorted me to Frank's opulent mansion. Looking at the luxurious villa, I was overcome with an overwhelming sense of irony. Every single brick and tile seemed to be steeped in my parents' arduous work and sacrifice.

"Mrs. Lambert, please take a rest. Mr. Lambert will be back tonight," the chauffeur said with utmost respect.

I nodded numbly and walked into the villa. The empty living room and the luxurious furniture served as a constant reminder that this was no longer my home, that I was an outsider in a place that once held so many cherished memories.

I collapsed weakly onto the sofa, tears streaming down my face in silent anguish. "Frank, what do you really think of me?" I wondered aloud, my voice filled with a mixture of pain and confusion.

I wandered like a lost and forlorn ghost through the rooms that had once been filled with laughter and joy. Every plant and tree here had been a silent witness to our once passionate love. Now, they had become the prison bars that confined me, trapping me in a world of heartbreak and despair.

A series of light footsteps suddenly echoed from the stairs, shattering the oppressive silence of the room. I suddenly looked up, my eyes widening in shock and pain. There was Sally, wearing my once favorite silk nightgown, sauntering out of my bedroom with a self-satisfied smirk on her face. Her face bore the smile of a triumphant victor, a smile that seemed to mock and taunt me with every curve of her lips. Each step she took seemed to tread heavily on my already broken heart, causing me an unbearable pain that seared through my soul.

"Well, is it Mrs. Lambert?" she sneered mockingly, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "What? Turn over a new leaf?"

I bit my lip hard, my teeth sinking into the soft flesh until I could taste blood. I said nothing, for I knew that any words I uttered would only be used against me. Once, I would have launched myself at her without hesitation, making her pay dearly for her actions. But now, I couldn't. I was too afraid of Frank, too afraid that he would throw me back into that dark and desolate place from which I had just escaped.

"Why aren't you talking?" Seeing my silence, Sally became even more arrogant and insolent. "Have you been in Leafshire so long that you've forgotten how to speak?"

I took a deep breath, my chest heaving with a mixture of anger and fear. I was afraid to look up at her triumphant face, for I knew that it would only fuel my pain and humiliation. "What do you want?" I asked, my v

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