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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

"Where would I know where to go? Your brother's emotional intelligence is so low, who knows who he offended? Didn't I tell you earlier that I would find the mastermind behind this, and I would find your brother's body? Who gave you permission to lay a hand on Emily? Apologize!"


Even though I knew he wouldn't admit it, I still felt so heartbroken.


After twenty-some years together, five years as husband and wife, I couldn't even get a single honest word out of him!


Emily wrapped her arms around Michael's neck and said weakly:


"Let it go, Michael. Don't push Sarah too hard. People can go crazy if they're sad for too long. My chest hurts so much. Please, take me away."


Michael gave me a disappointed look and, without hesitation, carried Emily away, ignoring the fact that I was still coughing up blood.


Watching their retreating figures, I knew we could never go back to the way things were.


Chapter 6