Hear the Sound of Ocean Waves

For three years of marriage, I thought my husband was simply too busy with work.

Until late one night, I stumbled upon his Mental Deterioration Plan.

High-frequency noise at dawn. Slow-acting sedatives in the aromatherapy diffuser. Step by step, he was forcing me into becoming a “madwoman.”

He stole my father’s design drawings and forced me to kneel in the ruins, all to clear the real murderer’s name.

What he didn’t know was that every pill I swallowed, I kept under my tongue. Every time I went mad, I was acting.