My husband sacrificed my hand for his first love, and I was out for blood.

My husband's ex-girlfriend, Candace, had illegally operated in financial trades, causing my clients colossal losses.

In their fury, they brutally mangled my hands, leaving me permanently disabled.

I was rushed to the hospital. In my last hazy moments of consciousness, I heard Julian, my husband, whisper to the doctor:

"Just save her life. As for her hands... they'd be better off useless."

The doctor, confused, replied:

"But Ms. Scarlett's hands can still be saved!"

Julian's voice was cold, like it had been dipped in ice: