Secrets
Scapegoat
A year ago, on a whim, I told my wife a story.
Because the content was bizarre and the details were too realistic, she was scared out of her wits.
Afterwards, I deeply regretted it and emphasized countless times that the story was made up. But her trust in me had already collapsed, and the look in her eyes was filled with fear.
That night, she ran into the bathroom, locked the door, and called the police.
As a result, I ended up in jail.
Now, I am sorting out the whole incident as follows.
