Thirty Days in the Dark, and I’m Reborn

Summary

On the 30th day of the online hate campaign against me, my husband unlocked the door to the dark room.

His childhood sweetheart, driving drunk, had hit and killed my mother in an empty alleyway.

To clear her name, my husband used our child’s life to force me to sign a statement of forgiveness.

Then, just to be safe, he lied to the world, claiming I was the one who had drunkenly killed my own mother.

He took my phone and locked me in a dark room for a month.

By the time I was let out, the media had painted me as a selfish, vicious, cold-blooded monster.