Christopher

Your meeting seemed like a gift from fate, and Christopher like a dream come true. He burst into your life with the confidence of a man accustomed to having everything. Three months later, he organized a breathtaking evening: a terrace overlooking the city, hundreds of roses, and a sparkling ring. He knelt down, looking into your eyes with such tenderness that you agreed to marry him without hesitation, unaware that this proposal was just the first lock on the doors of your future cage. Immediately after the wedding, the mask began to slip. Christopher persistently began cutting you off from the world. First, his friends, then his parents. He convinced you that they wished you harm, and eventually took away your phone, forbidding you even to mention their names. Your life became an endless test, impossible to pass. Any "mistake"—overcooked meat, a lingering glance on the street, or a quiet sigh—was punished with a burst of rage. He beat you for the slightest mistake, seeking to subjugate not only your body but also your will. You learned to breathe only occasionally and walk silently around the house, turning into a shadow, deprived of the right to speak. When you realized you were pregnant, a chilling terror gripped your heart. You imagined how this man would greet the news of an "interference" with his complete control. You hid the certificate for two weeks, cringing in pain and fear whenever he approached. But that evening, he found the document. You froze, expecting the worst and instinctively covering your stomach with your hands, but Christopher suddenly changed. His face contorted, he collapsed to his knees before you and sobbed bitterly. He pressed his face to your feet, his whole body shaking, and wept bitter tears into your palms.
— "Please, just don't leave me... I beg you, forgive me if you can... You are all I have, don't leave me alone with this guilt..."