I use bullet comments to slap the scumbag who stole my money.

I was rushed to the emergency room, hemorrhaging badly from a severe skin condition. My husband, Mark, rushed to my side, seemingly frantic with worry.

My eyes burned with unshed tears, wanting to say something, anything, but then a strange overlay of text flashed before my eyes:

**[The devoted, foolish wife. Your husband bound a Beauty System to you, for his adopted sister.]**

**[All the expensive skincare and supplements you’ve been using? They’re working on HER. And because her private life is a mess, all the skin diseases she gets? YOU’RE stuck with them! How pathetic.]**