Until the death separates us. Modglin K.

When the husband found this perfect little house

in the forest for our honeymoon, I was in the seventh heaven! Just think, we are alone, wake up to the sounds of birds and the noise of trees, every night we take a hot bath under the stars... But now it seems to me that I do not recognize my husband. I just regret that we did not go to the police when someone left a bloody note on the rug at the door: "She is dead, you are the following." Ryan said that I was too sharply reacting. And why doesn't he call the police now, when everything has become much worse? Can I trust him? I know about the terrible thing that Ryan once committed, and this tears me into pieces. Last night I told him that I would always keep his secret. But is it really a man who I married is hiding something else? Now someone has cut the telephone lines, and we are trapped here. Ryan swears that he has no idea what is happening.

I am here alone in the middle of a dark forest with a person who, as I thought, can trust. My heart is pounded furiously, and there is no one whom I could call for help. At the altar, Ryan promised to love me until death was separated by us. But he did not say how soon it will happen...