After the Heartache of Love, I Found My Comfort

My wife's family possessed assets worth tens of millions of dollars, so I chose to marry into her family and live with them.

Her foster brother baselessly accused me of causing her father's vegetative state and claimed I married her for money.

Due to his suspicion, I was sent to prison.

She broke my hand, which I used for painting, stabbed my eye, which I used for photography, and left a four-inch scar on my face.

My mother knelt before her, begging for my release.

After being released, I avoided her like the plague.

Yet she haunted me like a vengeful ghost.