I Decided to Leave But He Cried His Eyes Out in Regret

My husband, Declan Mercer, and I had been married for three years.

Because his pregnant new lover, Tessa Ralston, wasn't satisfied with the pressure I used while massaging her feet, Declan crushed my wrist under his foot.

The fracture damaged my nerves. As a violinist, I could barely lift my phone anymore.

Declan, however, dismissed it nonchalantly.

"Stop acting spoiled. As the sister of a murderer, your only purpose is to serve us and atone."

Three years ago, Declan's sister, June Mercer, had no chance of survival after a car accident.