Tammy knew that as long as she was awake, she would forever think about what had happened to her.

Her last shred of sanity told her that it was not her fault. She was aware that she could not take her own life. She knew that if she did, there would be no one to care for her parents. She was a princess. She had been born with a silver spoon in her hand, and she had never been hurt in her life. She had never been hurt not because she had been fortunate, but she had never been hurt because her parents had built a stone castle to keep her safe.

Her parents would grow old one day. She had to survive to take care of them. This was her only motivation for surviving at that moment.

"Tammy, what are you saying? Divorce? I won't do it! I won't divorce you!" Jun was an agitated mess. His voice grew harsh. "I know you're very upset right now, but I will be with you—"

"I don't want you to be with me! I feel like puking at the sight of men right now! Leave! I want my mother to be with me! Leave!