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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!"

Love and Hate Collide, While I Shatter

Michael's tears flowed freely as he finished speaking.


It was only at this moment that he finally realized how much Sarah had sacrificed for him, while he had caused the death of her beloved family member.


He once thought he would only ever love Emily, but without realizing it, Sarah had already occupied his entire heart and soul.


"I will only have one wife in this lifetime, and that's Sarah. Since you dislike her so much as your daughter-in-law, you can go back to your countryside and farm."


"Although you never raised me, out of respect for giving birth to me, I'll have someone send you a monthly allowance. But don't ever show your face to me again. If you dare say one more bad word about Sarah, don't blame me for forgetting our mother-son relationship!"


Michael's gaze was terrifying, like a hungry wolf ready to devour someone. Mrs. Everhart's face turned deathly pale, unable to utter a single word.


She was escorted out like a wooden puppet by Jason.


Chapter 9