After untying the good luck constitution for her husband, he regretted going crazy.

I was born a wellspring of good fortune; simply being married to me, sharing intimacy, could amplify one's luck.

My husband, Julian, however, was a magnet for bad luck, a hex. Only I could nullify its devastating effects.

For a lifetime, we spent countless nights baring our souls, our bodies intertwined. His fortune skyrocketed, his assets multiplied, building an immense business empire and making him the wealthiest man in the world.

Yet, after enjoying a lifetime of luxury, the day he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, he had me brutally beaten, my limbs shattered, and left me at the…