On the Eve of the Wedding, My Husband Locked Me in the Basement for My Little Aunt.

On the eve of the wedding, my husband insisted that my sister-in-law wear a wedding dress and hold the ceremony with us. After I refused, I unexpectedly saw the life countdown above my little aunt's head. I reminded her kindly, but my husband angrily accused me of being jealous. He asked his little aunt to pick up the acupuncture box and sew my mouth shut, and sneered: "If you can't speak, then stop talking!" Then they threw me into the basement and found three beggars who took turns humiliating me. Three days later, my husband and my aunt hugged each other to admire my pain. "All your property has been transferred, everything you have from now on will be ours!" Instead of feeling sad, I smiled at them. "Really? What if I'm widowed?" At this time, the countdown on their heads was less than half a day. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.