I use bullet comments to slap the scumbag who stole my money.
Chapter 1
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.]**
A shiver went down my spine. My mother-in-law, Martha, hurried in, bringing my work laptop, wiping sweat from her forehead.
More text scrolled into view:
**[She also bound a Wealth System to you. All the money you slaved away for, painstakingly earning it through your online store, went straight into her adopted daughter's pocket.]**
**[You went from being a stunning business elite to a bankrupt, ugly, penniless mess—and it’s all THEIR fault!]**
I froze, stunned. Fury ignited in my chest, a wildfire spreading through my veins.
They wanted their adopted daughter to thrive? How DARE they ruin me for it!
I instantly canceled my salon membership, shut down my online store, and officially gave up on life.
You want to play dirty? Fine. Let’s see who has the last laugh!