In my past life, I was trafficked and gave birth to a son.

When Noah Barrett turns six, I plan to take him and escape from the mountains.

On my first attempt, I map out the route in advance and prepare to flee with him.

But in the morning, my mother-in-law, Ruth Whitaker, blocks me at the door.

She ties me up and locks me inside the shed. Then, she starves me for three days.

On my second try, I secretly buy sleeping pills from an unlicensed village doctor and slip them into dinner.

At the table, Ruth flips the table without hesitation and beats me until I am half dead.

The third time, I take advantage of a village meeting and escape with Noah again. We hide in a concealed mountain cave.

Neither of us makes a sound, yet Ruth finds us with ease.

I am dragged back and locked away in the pigpen. Ruth takes a shovel and strikes me with it again and again.

"You filthy bitch. You dare run off with my precious grandson!"

Her eyes are bloodshot. With the final blow, she uses all her strength and smashes the shovel into my head.

I collapse to the ground.

My consciousness fades. My blood drains away, and I die.

When I open my eyes again, I am back on the day I plan to escape the mountains with Noah.

Suddenly, I can hear Noah's thoughts, his voice clear and dripping with viciousness.

"Mom can't be allowed to run. Grandma says Mom is our family's slave. She's supposed to serve us for her whole life."

It took me a moment to snap out of it as I stared at Noah Barrett's lips, which had not moved at all. I had been reborn and returned to the day before my first attempt to escape the mountains with Noah.

Instinctively, I folded the unfinished map in my hands. Noah tugged at my sleeve.

"Mom, why did you stop drawing?"

His inner voice, however, slithered into my ears like a venomous snake. "I wanted to wait until Mom finished so I could show it to Grandma. As long as Grandma knows, she'll give me candy."

In that instant, I clenched my fist. The frostbitten skin on the back of my hand split open from the force, bright blood blooming through the cracks. In my previous life, I was kidnapped during my junior year of college and sold into a remote mountain region before I was forced to become Liam Barrett's wife.

During the day, Ruth Whitaker tied me up with coarse rope and locked me in the woodshed, treating me like livestock. At night, Liam, who was worse than a wild beast, pinned me to the dirt floor of the shed and acted upon his lust.

When I became pregnant, I bled so badly that I nearly lost my life, yet I was still forced to give birth to this child. To escape, I learned how to please, how to submit, and how to be obedient.

It had been six years; six full years had passed before Ruth finally let her guard down even a little.

I foolishly believed that Noah, who carried my blood, would eventually stand on my side.

Every time I planned an escape, I brought him with me. Again and again, I told him about the world beyond the mountains. There were tall buildings, warmth, and real life waiting for us.

I even imagined taking him with me toward a new beginning. But three escapes ended in three failures.

The last time, Ruth beat me to death with a shovel in the pigpen. Now, after hearing Noah's inner thoughts, I finally understood a few things.

The reason why every carefully planned route was always blocked, why the sleeping pills never worked, and why the mountain cave where I hid might as well not have existed. It turned out that every struggle I made was put to rest by the very flesh and blood.

As the memory of being beaten to death with a shovel surged back, my blood seemed to stop flowing in my veins.

This boy was rotten to the core.

"Mom?" Noah tugged at my sleeve again, continuing, "Hurry up and draw. Didn't you say that once the route was done, you'd take me and run away?"

I forced down the hatred boiling inside me and pulled my lips into a hollow smile. "I'm not drawing anymore. We're not leaving."

"Really?" His eyes lit up instantly, his voice bursting with exaggerated joy. "Mom, you're really not leaving?"

"Yes." I reached out and stroked his icy cheek. My fingers trembled uncontrollably. "Noah, you're Mom's whole world."

He immediately threw himself into my arms, rubbing his small face against my chest as he cheered, "That's great! I want to stay with Mom forever!"

Beneath that sweet, childish voice, the vile thoughts rang out clearly.

"Grandma was right. Mom was to work herself to the bone for us. Dad said if Mom ran again, he'd break her legs. Good thing Mom is obedient now."

I closed my eyes, hearing the grinding sound of my own teeth. This was the child I carried for nine months and nearly died giving birth to—rotten from the inside out, steeped in such ignorance and malice that the heights of these mountains pale in comparison.

Later that night, I brought him a cup of milk and watched him drink it in small, careful sips. After he fell asleep, I stood by the bed, staring at his innocent, defenseless face.

My dear son… In my past life, you traded my life for a few pieces of candy. In this life, you can wallow in these soul-draining, blood-sucking mountains forever.

I no longer wanted you.

Dawn had not fully broken yet. A dull gray light seeped through the cracks of the window.

I struggled to lift the wooden tub packed with the family's dirty clothes and headed for the river. Before leaving, I crouched down and gently straightened Noah's collar.

"Noah," I said softly, "Mom is leaving this mountain today. Will you come with me?"

He blinked at me, then a sly smile spread across his face. "Okay. I want to go outside the mountain with Mom and buy lots and lots of candy."

I patted his head and lowered my voice. "Remember this: I'll take the small path at the east end of the village. After I leave, you sneak over by yourself. I'll be waiting for you there."

He nodded hard, his eyes shining.

I lifted the heavy tub and walked straight to the river. The water was icy, numbing my hands until they burned red. I scrubbed the clothes on autopilot, but my heart was pounding wildly in my chest.

Not long after, the village burst into noisy commotion. Shouts rang out, footsteps rushed past. It was clear that Ruth and Liam had rallied the villagers and were coming after me.

By the time the sun had climbed high, Ruth and Liam came marching toward the river with a crowd behind them. Ruth was gripping a shovel.

The moment she spotted me, she screamed, "Dorothy! You shameless bitch. You still dared to run off with my precious grandson?"

I jumped to my feet and wiped the sweat from my face. "Mother? What are you talking about? I don't understand a word you're saying."

My old clothes were soaked through, my fingers stiff from the cold. I hurriedly grabbed the sleeve of Evelyn Crowley beside me. "I told Evelyn last night I'd come here to wash clothes this morning."

Evelyn pursed her lips before saying, "Ruth, Dorothy works herself to the bone day and night for your whole family. And you're still not satisfied?"

Evelyn's own daughter-in-law had also been abducted and was still locked in the woodshed every day. She would never help a trafficked woman escape.

Ruth eyed me suspiciously, muttering under her breath. "That can't be right. Noah wouldn't lie to me."

I pointed at Liam standing nearby. "Ruth, I gave Liam a son. Where could I possibly run to?

"I've thought it through. A woman marries the man she ends up with, for better or worse. My roots are now in the Barrett family.

"I just want to serve you and Liam properly and raise Noah. Why would I have any other thoughts?"

After a morning commotion, seeing that I had not run at all and was calmly washing clothes, the villagers gradually dispersed. I carried the heavy laundry back with Ruth and Liam. The moment we entered the yard, Ruth yanked Noah into a corner. I hid behind the wall and heard her harsh voice drill into him.

"You little brat! You dare lie to me. Dorothy didn't run at all. Were you lying just to trick candy out of me?"

Faced with Ruth's furious interrogation, Noah froze. The candy in his mouth suddenly tasted like nothing.

He blurted out, "Grandma is stupid. Mom said once she fooled you, she'd take me to the city and live in a big house. She said you're all country bumpkins and not fit to be my family."

Ruth shook with rage. She grabbed a broom and lashed it down on him. "So, you lied to me; you're daring enough to betray your own family."

In the past, I would have rushed forward without hesitation, shielding Noah with my body. This time, I stood quietly behind the wall, listening as his cries grew louder and sharper.

Good. The first step of the plan was complete.

After that beating, Noah's wailing echoed through the yard for a long time. I looked at his tear-streaked face and instinctively reached out to wipe his cheeks.

At the same time, his thoughts rang clearly in my ears again. "It was all Mom's fault. Because of her, I got beaten. The one who should have been hit was Mom."

My hand froze in midair before I slowly withdrew it.

In my previous life, after I was dragged back, Ruth had hung me from the old tree in the yard and beaten me for a day and a night. The belt split my clothes apart, my blood mixing with my sweat as it dripped into the dirt.

Back then, I could never understand how every single escape plan I made was exposed before I even took a step.

I had suspected Evelyn from next door, who had also tied up her daughter-in-law in the woodshed. I had suspected every neighbor who might have turned me in.

However, it never crossed my mind that the child I had nearly died giving birth to—the child I always shielded with my body whenever I was beaten—had been the eyes watching me.

I turned and went into the kitchen, lit the stove, and pan-fried some cornbread. The warm smell of butter and corn filled the air.

Noah, with tears still on his face, followed the scent and ran in. He grabbed the corner of my clothes.

"Mom, I want some cornbread."

At the same time, his thoughts were sweet to the point of being sticky.

"Mom's cornbread is the best in the whole world. If Mom runs away, no one will ever make it for me again. I absolutely cannot let Mom leave."

I gently brushed his hand aside and packed the cornbread into a woven basket.

"This is for Mr. Grant at the other end of the village," I said calmly. "He's going to help me with something important."

Noah's eyes flickered. He lowered his voice. "What kind of help?"

I leaned closer, pressed a finger to my lips, and whispered, "I've spoken to Mr. Grant. Early tomorrow morning, I'll ride his motorcycle out of the village. Noah, will you come with me?"

A glint of slyness flashed in Noah's eyes, mixed with childish malice. "Tomorrow morning?"

I nodded.

I stroke his hair. "This is our secret. You must not tell anyone, especially Grandma and Dad. Do you understand me?"

He nodded vigorously, his voice as sweet as honey. "Don't worry, Mom. I won't tell anyone."

Early the next morning, before heading out with the cornbread, I reminded him once more. Watching his solemn, earnest expression, I circled around to the backyard and hid behind the woodpile.

Sure enough, the moment I left, he ran straight into the kitchen to find Ruth.

"Grandma! Mom is running away with Mr. Grant today!"

This time, Ruth was unusually cautious. She pressed him again and again. "Noah, did you see clearly? If you lie again, I'll punish you severely."

"I swear it's true," Noah said firmly. "Mom said it herself. She's even taking me with her. She made cornbread for Mr. Grant, too."

Ruth glanced at the now-empty basket, and her face changed instantly.

Moments later, she and Liam charged toward Harry's house with a group of villagers in tow. Liam kicked open the rickety wooden door.

"Harry Grant! How dare you touch my woman?"

He stormed inside, ready to catch us in the act. But the scene everyone imagined never happened because the one lying in bed with Harry wasn't me. It was Liam's younger sister, Emma Barrett.

Ruth trembled with rage and grabbed Emma by the hair. "Emma, you shameless disgrace! What are you doing here?"

The villagers were stunned, then began pointing and whispering to one another about the Barrett family. Liam stood there holding a stick, unable to strike yet unable to stop, his face twisted with humiliation.

By the time I arrived leisurely with the cornbread, Ruth lunged at me like a madwoman. "You slut! Are you here to meet your lover?"

I stumbled back in panic. "Ruth, what are you saying? Harry has connections in town. I wanted to ask him to help Liam find a job."

Ruth sneered and flipped open the basket. On top of the cornbread lay a note that read, "Harry, please take extra care with Liam's matter."

The evidence was complete. My explanation was airtight.

After stirring up trouble again and again, Ruth had already worn out the patience of the entire village. The onlookers muttered among themselves.

"Come on, Ruth. You bought this daughter-in-law fair and square, and she's willing to live properly with the family. What are you still making such a fuss about?"

Humiliated and furious, Ruth drove everyone away and forced us back home. In the yard, the sound of the broom striking Emma and Noah rose and fell again and again.

Noah's wails grew louder with each blow, yet I only stood quietly beneath the eaves. As I watched his eyes swell from crying, I thought to myself.

It was time for the next step.