I was a child bride, working as a cow and a horse, and was bullied.
My husband not only beats me often, but also brings his mistress home from time to time.
My mother-in-law scolded me every day and wouldn't let me eat at the table.
My sister-in-law yelled at me and asked me to squeeze her feet for an hour every night.
I thought I was miserable enough, but the hospital told me I had stomach cancer.
When I was about to die, I decided to live a life for myself.
So, I pretended to win the lottery, and the whole family treated me as an ancestor.
