Chapter 2

I thought he was looking out for me, but it turns out he was just afraid I'd discover the truth!

When I recall how my brother looked when he was sent to the hospital - his limbs twisted beyond recognition, his body covered in blood - I can barely breathe. Oh, how much pain my brother must have been in!

I bet he never dreamed that the person he raised as his own little brother since childhood would turn out to be a wolf cub, coveting his wife and wanting his life!

The bottle of medicinal wine slipped from my hand and shattered on the floor. The shards pierced my foot, staining the carpet red with blood, but it was nothing compared to the pain in my heart.

Michael came rushing in when he heard the commotion. He frantically carried me to the bed:

"Sarah, are you alright? Why didn't you call me when you got hurt? I promised your brother I'd take good care of you. Are you trying to be the death of me?"

Disregarding the fact that he had just showered, he cradled my blood-stained foot, carefully tending to the wound.

Seeing the concern in his eyes, I no longer felt the emotions I once did. I was just numb.

Back then, I refused to accept my brother's death. To preserve evidence for finding the culprit behind it all someday, I adamantly refused cremation.

Michael spent a billion dollars to procure a crystal coffin for my brother's body. He said that as long as my brother's body didn't decay, it would be as if he were still with us, just sleeping.Now, for Emily's dog, he carelessly tossed my brother's body deep into the mountains, leaving it for wild animals to devour.

"Michael, I dreamed of my brother last night. Can I go see his body?"

At the very least, I don't want my brother to lie alone in the wilderness, his body desecrated.

Michael paused, then looked at me with guilt:

"Sarah, I'm sorry. I just got word that the crystal coffin was stolen. It must have been the person who drugged us before."

"Don't worry, I'll definitely catch that bastard and retrieve your brother's body. When that happens, I'll go with you to see him."

My heart sank. So this is what he feared - that I'd discover the truth and implicate his beloved woman.

It turns out that my brother's twenty years of care and our lifelong bond meant less than Emily's dog.

I fetched the medicinal wine again, secretly slipping in some sedatives, and massaged Michael as usual.

As the alcohol seeped into his pores, Michael's gaze grew hazy.

He lay on the bed, passionately kissing my foot, but his words chilled me to the bone:

"Emily, I love you so much. How am I any worse than that bastard Frost?"You placed your trust in me, big brother. I've taken care of Sarah, ensuring no one can threaten your happiness..."

It was at this moment that I finally understood everything.

That woman had not only betrayed my brother and stolen my fiancé, but she had also captured my husband's heart long ago.

My brother's death and my marriage were nothing more than sacrificial pawns in Michael's grand scheme to clear the path for his true love.

I made my way to the boxing training room in our house, which also served as Michael's personal workspace, and turned on his computer.

The computer was password-protected. Without thinking, I entered Emily's birthday, and sure enough, it unlocked.

In the past, before each of Michael's matches, I would accompany him in this training room. Using my natural talent for boxing, I'd help him strategize and identify his opponents' weaknesses.

But whenever I wanted to use his computer to review footage of those opponents' matches, he'd always make excuses about it being too slow and refuse to let me use it.

When I asked why he didn't just get a new one, he'd always say it was a gift from my brother and me, and he couldn't bear to replace it.

I thought he was just being sentimental, but now, looking at the wallpaper of him and Emily in an intimate pose, I realized the true reason.The still-open WeChat app showed Emily as the pinned contact at the top.

Tapping into their chat history revealed a stream of steamy messages that would make anyone blush, along with some rather intimate photos Emily had sent him.