My husband, Declan Morgan, has imprisoned me, and I’m too afraid to resist. I witnessed Declan murdering someone and burying the body. The body was my ex-husband. Are there more bodies in the basement? Could Declan be a serial killer? I’m terrified and too scared to find out. Declan noticed my improved spirits recently and decided to take me out for a meal. I steadied my trembling legs and cautiously picked up some food with my chopsticks. “Why aren’t you eating the vegetables?” I kept my head down, obediently reaching for the vegetables with my chopsticks. Being cut off from the outside world for so long makes me feel disconnected. Why hasn’t anyone come looking for me? I do have friends; they like me and invite me out every month. “Nora, is the food not to your taste?” I shook my head. It’s been a long time since I’ve had food this good; it reminds me of my mother’s cooking. But “mother” feels like a distant memory now. Declan seemed in good spirits today and didn’t rush to take me home after dinner. He even took me to an amusement park. Unbelievable. I saw police officers helping a lost child find their parents. I told Declan I wanted some octopus balls from the other side. He left me in a shaded area to wait. I approached the police officers. Yes, I wanted to reveal Declan’s crimes. “I’m sorry, my wife has a history of mental illness. I’m really sorry for the inconvenience.” I’m not sick. But when Declan pulled out my medical records, all my protests became futile. I was taken back home. Declan didn’t blame me. He just held me gently. I felt uneasy. “Why is Nora trembling?” “Is big brother scary?” A little. But how could I tell him that I saw him commit murder and bury the body that night? I don’t want to be the next victim. Even if the deceased was my relative. I nuzzled against his shoulder, trying to please him. A low chuckle spread above me. “Good girl.” It seems instinctive; subconsciously, I feel that doing this means I won’t get hit. Declan stopped taking me out after that. This house has a basement, and when he wasn’t home, I often lingered by the basement door. I was both eager and terrified about what might be behind that dark door. Fortunately, fear outweighed curiosity, and I never went in. But I didn’t realize Declan noticed my every move. Perhaps Declan was being nicer to me. I opened the door. The room was dark. But on the table by the door, I spotted a phone with a lit screen. The table was dusty, but not the phone, as if someone had deliberately placed it there. I took the phone and hid it under the mattress; Declan wouldn’t think to look there.
“What did Nora do today?” Did Declan find out something? “I slept, watched TV, and—thought about you.” During these days of confinement, I learned to please him, or so I thought. He didn’t press me further, which was a relief. “Some friends want to visit. Do you want to see them, Nora?” I didn’t want to, but Declan mentioned my friends. How could someone who illegally imprisoned me dare to invite my friends over? Doesn’t he fear my retaliation? Then again, what can a “mental patient” like me do to him? It was quite lively today. “Nora, is Declan good to you?” “I heard he had a ‘The One That Got Away’ in college; have you ever met her?” In college? I attended the same college as Declan; he was three years ahead of me. Some girls liked him during his sophomore year, but he turned them down. He said he already liked someone. The only interaction I had with him was when he helped me move some things during a sports event, and I sprained my ankle. Yes, I might be the only girl who had close contact with him; his back was broad as he carried little me. My thoughts were interrupted by Declan’s gentle gaze. “Declan is good to me. As for ‘The One That Got Away,’ I’ve never met her.” Sometimes I narcissistically wonder if I’m his ‘The One That Got Away.’ After seeing him kill, I doubt his kindness stems from love. That would be too absurd. “Declan, your wife really defends you in front of others.” The speaker looked familiar, but I couldn’t remember who it was. Ever since Declan confined me at home, my memory has become increasingly jumbled. “This is Ethan Carter; he used to pursue you.” Really? He’s quite handsome and sunny, but he doesn’t seem like someone who would get along with Declan. “Has Phoebe really forgotten about me?” I didn’t know how to respond. “It’s been a while since you’ve seen each other, so it’s normal for Nora not to remember you.” Declan helped me out, but I wasn’t happy at all. If only Ethan could help me escape. Declan is a great cook. When I have no appetite, he always learns new recipes. “Nora, I didn’t expect you to have the best food among us sisters.” “Yeah, our senior is tall, handsome, a big boss, and a great cook. Let us enjoy this for a few days, good sister.” I wish, but I can’t even make it out the door before Declan catches me. Sometimes I feel ungrateful. Why am I not satisfied with such a great man? But he’s a murderer! I need to be alive to enjoy it, and I’m not that lucky.
Something still feels off. Declan didn’t give me a phone or a computer, but he never said I couldn’t use his. So why did I take a phone with no internet? I’m baffled by my own stupidity. “Declan, why don’t I have a computer or phone?” Youth has no price; I questioned my husband face-to-face. Oh, he said I gave him my phone and computer myself and told him not to give them back. But why do I have no memory of this? I probably need to see a doctor. When I powered up the phone, there were several missed calls from unknown numbers. Then there was a call from six months ago. The contact was labeled “Trash.” I’m a polite person; why would I label someone like that? Declan seemed to notice my confusion and told me it was my blind ex. Okay, I was skeptical. “Do you want to go out tomorrow? I have a business trip coming up, and I want to take you with me.” Is he afraid to leave me alone at home? Fine, let’s go. Staying in this house all the time isn’t good for my condition. The coastal place is hot, but the scenery is nice. Declan said it was a business trip, but it felt more like a vacation. He took me out every day, like walking a dog. “Ma’am, your husband, Declan Morgan, is suspected of being involved in a disappearance case. We may need you to come with us.” Did the police find something? I cooperated fully. I thought I would be free if I answered the police’s questions properly. But they only asked about Declan’s whereabouts after he confined me. Wasn’t he always with me? How could he be a suspect? Why can’t the police see that Declan illegally imprisoned me? On the way back home, I looked at Declan with a hint of doubt. Maybe he already guessed what I was thinking. We had lived here for half a month. It was time to leave. A sudden incident stopped us, which was really frustrating. My ex-husband had been missing for a long time, and I hadn’t contacted him since our divorce. But my former in-laws didn’t see it that way. They confronted Declan, demanding to know where their precious son was. It’s laughable. Even now, they don’t see me as a person. I was like a stray dog they took in. “Uncle, Aunt, you must be mistaken. I’ve already divorced your son. His whereabouts have nothing to do with me.” Naturally, I didn’t want to deal with them. “When you contacted me, it wasn’t to bully my wife. As for your son, I’ve heard rumors; he’s probably long gone.” What was Declan talking about? How did he know Finn? Finn’s parents were angry, and his mother raised her hand to slap. As disgusting as ever. “If Finn played around so much, he probably ran into trouble and went to meet his maker.” Declan dared to say it. But it’s the truth—Finn is dead. When he died, I even set off fireworks to celebrate.
Finn’s parents are convinced we know where their son is. They’re constantly hounding us, almost moving into our house, but Declan remains unfazed. After all, the man is dead; show some compassion to his parents. Ethan’s arrival brought me some relief. Ethan served in the military for a few years, and I inexplicably felt admiration and trust for him. “Aren’t you ever going to tell her?” Outside, it was quiet, and Ethan’s voice was jarring. I held my breath for a long time, but Declan didn’t respond. When I opened the door, Declan’s expression returned to the gentle one I knew. All that was left for me was Ethan, red-faced. Angry? Ethan seemed surprised I was awake, cautiously watching me. Of course, I had to pretend I knew nothing. I casually asked Declan to warm up a cup of milk for me. As Declan headed to the kitchen, it was just Ethan and me sitting across from each other on the sofa. After days of subtle probing, I knew by now that Declan would indulge my every whim, as long as it didn’t mean sending him away. Just as Sunny said, he loves me deeply. “Ethan, Sunny mentioned you once pursued me, but I can’t recall it.” Ethan’s face turned pale abruptly. It seemed like there was more to the story. “You know my ex-husband,” I stated firmly. Ethan was startled by my assertion. His bright eyes stared at me, revealing nothing of what he might be thinking. The milk was delightful, and so was Declan. Ethan quickly composed himself and started discussing Finn’s parents with Declan. It turned out that Ethan had already asked his cousin, the bureau chief, to arrange our return. Ethan still had his uses. Despite it being the height of summer, I found myself breaking out in a cold sweat.
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