Aida endures a marriage ruled by fear, prayer, and quiet obedience. Her husband’s violence is hidden beneath charm, until one night he vanishes, leaving behind blood, silence, and a house that refuses to forget.

There is no body. No confession. Only a woman who cannot say, with certainty, whether she survived him… or ended him.

As suspicion tightens and those closest to her turn into witnesses, Aida becomes both victim and possible villain. Freedom tastes like guilt. Love looks like evidence. And the truth, whatever it is, may destroy her long before it saves her.

Finding love is not exactly what my heart can carry again


Chapter 6 - BURIED THE BEST IN ME