I've spent years believing monsters like me don't deserve happy endings. 
After all, I lost my wife to my father because I cheated and had a child outside of our marriage. 
I lost my sons. 
And somewhere along the way, I lost myself.
Now I'm married to Penelope, a woman I never loved, doing jobs I hate, living in a gilded prison of her creation. 
But when     she     walks into my life, the woman who changes everything. 
She wants me dead, and I'm okay with that. 
I don't wanna live like this anymore. 
I'm done. 
Exhausted. 
Ready for it to be over. 
Yet somehow she sees me. The real me. Beneath all the bullshit. 
I don't know what I did to deserve her, but there's nothing I won't do to become worthy of her love. 
Even if I must die in the process.