Love and Hate Collide, While I Shatter

My fiancé and my sister-in-law were caught in an affair. Afterward, they conspired to drug my brother.

Just as my brother stepped into the boxing ring, his muscles suddenly seized up and atrophied. He collapsed on the spot.

He was beaten until his limbs were broken and twisted, his spleen ruptured, blood gushing from his mouth.

No matter how much I screamed to stop it, the opponent's fists wouldn't cease, savagely pummeling my brother.

In that moment of despair, Michael, my childhood sweetheart from the underground fighting scene, arrived and knocked the opponent to the ground with one punch.

He brought in a top medical team to try and save my brother, but he had lost too much blood and tragically passed away.

Michael held me tightly, heartbroken, and swore he would find evidence to avenge my brother.

Grateful for his redemption, I accepted his proposal.

Four years into our marriage, I was bringing Michael some herbal liniment when I overheard his video call with my cheating ex-fiancé:

"As expected of The Champ, you're ruthless! I wonder if Sarah would break down if she knew that her brother had actually been revived, only for you to crush his skull with one punch?"My fingers gripping the medicine bottle instantly stiffened as my fiancé's voice dripped with mockery:

"Sarah is such an idiot, still worshipping you like some savior, willingly spreading her legs for you. Little does she know that even the poison that took out her brother was personally concocted by you!"