I signed an outrageous contract binding myself to my sister's husband, forced to pretend as his bride. He alternated between demanding possession like a ravenous wolf and being gentle enough to make me think hardship had turned into happiness. Little did I know, it was another nightmare unfolding. I oscillated between relief and despair as he switched from relentlessly seeking intimacy to tender moments that made me believe my struggles had become enjoyable. But beneath the surface, I knew I had to find a way to escape this precarious situation. I spared no effort in trying to break free from this arranged marriage, determined to shatter the contract and reclaim my life.