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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

He didn't spare me another glance, carrying Emily to the gym's guest room in full view of everyone.


"See that? My son only has eyes for Emily. Even if your dead-beat brother raised my son for a few years, my son marrying you has settled that debt. Otherwise, how could you be lucky enough to be The Champ's darling, living the high life?"


"You're just a shabby nobody. You'd better leave on your own, don't drag my son down!"


But if it weren't for my brother and me, Michael would never have become The Champ!


Thinking of the divorce papers in my bag, I turned and went to the second-floor guest room.


The door wasn't fully closed. Emily lay on top of Michael, her hair disheveled and shoulders half-bare.


"Michael, the AC isn't working in here. I'm still so cold. Why don't we do some... exercise to warm up?"


Chapter 5