While jogging lightly through the neighborhood, I suddenly stopped as a faint silhouette appeared in the middle of the road. A young woman lay unconscious, her head tilted back toward the sky, her arms stretched out beside her. The quiet morning turned tense, and a wave of worry hit me. I stepped closer, trying to see if she was still breathing.

Gina’s fainting spells grow worse inside your obsessive marriage, fueled by fear, tension, and the emotional storms you create. You never notice the moment she collapses—only the silence that follows. In your windowless home, love twists into control, and every blackout pulls you both deeper into psychological ruin.