After My Sister Faked Her Death and Came Back, the Whole Family Went Crazy

My older sister's plane crashed as she rushed home to attend my wedding, leaving no remains.

Ever since, every wedding anniversary, my parents have forced me to kneel before her tombstone and confess my sins.

Zhou Heng, my husband, treated me with cold indifference too.

On our seventh anniversary, I was followed by thugs.

I frantically called the three of them for help, but my husband, a police officer, hung up on me.

My mother screamed over the phone, "Don't be such a shameless pest. Hurry up and go apologize to your sister at her grave."

My father chimed in, scolding me: "Even if you die, you have to die at your sister's grave."

The thugs violated and dismembered me, and my husband, the police officer in charge of my case, didn't even recognize me.

Later, my sister returned, heavily pregnant and accompanied by the blond-haired husband our family had once disapproved of.

When everyone learned that I'd been dismembered into 108 pieces, they all went mad.