Mathilda’s POV
I gathered every bit of courage I had left to speak honestly to Fredric.
I don’t even know why anymore—maybe I’m just tired.
Tired of constantly being cornered, blamed, humiliated.
I just want it to end, one way or another.
Whether they punish me or destroy my name in front of Mrs. Rosa, I no longer care.
All night, I’d been thinking about running away from them—escaping this prison disguised as a marriage.
I’ve been living under constant fear, haunted by every scream, every slap, every word meant to break me.
I can’t keep torturing myself like this. I need to get away.
With the money I’ve managed to save over the last month, I can survive. I can find work—anywhere.
Even if it means leaving Mrs. Rosa’s home and the safety that came with it.
“What the hell are you
