Giving up a PhD to be Substitute Husband

It was the tenth year of fulfilling the engagement for my brother who had run away from his marriage, just because I sat in his favorite chair.

The son he left behind pushed me down from a three-story building.

My spine was broken and I was covered in blood as I begged him to call for help.

But he mocked me just like his mother.

"You're not worthy of using my dad's stuffs. I tell you, you can never replace him!"

"And you want someone to save you? I'm going to watch you become a cripple and have my mom kick you out of the house!"