The most difficult thing for me is that you took away my freedom.
You took away my independence.
You took away my right to happiness.
You forced me to marry you-you know that.
I so badly didn't want to marry in April-and you know why.
You forced me to move back.
I didn't want to leave.
I didn't want to move back.
And now I am trapped.
And now you have killed me.
Murderer times two.
And after all of this,
I don't ask you for much.
Just a phone call.
Just a goodbye.
And you don't even have the courage to call me?
Your Tiger-daddy would be ashamed.
Shame on you. Shame. Disgrace. Shame. Sick.
Sleep well, if you can.
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