Chapter 1

My wife had a miscarriage due to the earthquake and could never have children again.

But she blamed everything on me.

No matter how I explained, she wouldn't listen: “You deliberately chose your sister over our child, over me!”

I was overcome with guilt, year after year meticulously caring for her, trying to pull her out of that shadow.

Just when I thought she was getting better, she turned around and started dating a young college guy.

She let the young college guy send me their intimate photos and sweet videos every day.

When I broke down and confronted her, she just gave a coy little smile, “Oh, young guys are just like that, so playful. Don’t be so uptight.”

“But you’re my wife!”

She glared at me, eyes blazing.

“When the earthquake hit, you didn’t think of me as your wife, and now you remember? Too late! Every night I relive it in my nightmares, remembering my dead child. It’s all because of you and your damn sister!”

“Why couldn’t it have been you two who died back then?!”

I almost couldn’t stand upright, my heart aching so much I couldn’t breathe.

Until that day, the college guy sent me a video.

In the video, Chloe was lying on the ground, barely clothed, covered in blood and bruises, her hair matted with glue.

Her lower body was torn, her legs twisted at an unnatural ninety-degree angle. She mumbled, “Brother, it hurts so much.”

I frantically called my wife, but she just gave a cold laugh, “Just kids playing games, why are you taking it so seriously?”

“If she really died, I’d throw a huge party to celebrate. After all, she was also to blame for my child’s death!”

My marriage, which I’d clung to for five miserable years, finally ended with my sister’s death.