I don’t remember who I am. Not my past, not my appearance, not even my name. One moment I opened my eyes and realized that I have a wealthy and handsome husband, two wonderful and strong sons, the status of a duchess, money, beauty, servants, power, strength!.. It seemed like I had everything one could possibly dream of. Live and rejoice. But no—this is just a facade. My husband and I practically never see each other, and our marriage is essentially fictitious. My children don’t consider me their mother and avoid me, because in the past I tormented them. The servants tremble and lose consciousness from terror, waiting for the moment when I will kill them. Friends smile only for the sake of money and opportunities… There’s no one nearby who would be genuinely glad to have me. What’s more, I’m going out of my mind, because I’m sure I’m not even from this world, and also… someone is trying to kill me.