Framed By My Maid

Summary

The last thing I remembered was the cold, the damp dungeon walls, and the raw, blinding pain as David, the man I loved, cursed me for Bethany' s death.

His boot connected with my ribs, a sharp crack echoing in the small cell, as he snarled, "She killed herself because of you… you worthless woman."

Broken, stripped of everything, I realized Bethany, my personal maid, had manipulated him, orchestrating her own death to frame me, sealing my fate.

His final words, a curse of rot and forgotten names, followed me into the abyss.

Then, I opened my eyes.