I had secretly loved Qin Mu for five years, and finally managed to get him to draw my name so I could become his wife.
I married him full of joy, only to learn on our wedding night that he had married me merely to provoke the woman he had always loved, who had married someone else.
I refused to believe it. Clinging to the vows he had made at our wedding, I confronted him, but just then, the woman he loved called to say her husband was beating her.
When he tried to leave, I cut my wrist and threatened to die. He glanced at his phone, then gently pulled me into his arms and made love to me.
I thought my love would finally be returned, but on the day I gave birth, he cut open my belly with his own hands, took my child, and smashed the baby to death in front of the woman he loved's grave.
"Bai Li, if you hadn't threatened to kill yourself back then, how could I have missed the chance to save Ranran and the child she was carrying? Since you were so desperate to have a child, then let yours be buried with mine and hers!"
I thought his punishment would end there. But only when reports of my parents' bodies lying in the street flooded the news, and more than a dozen thugs with AIDS broke into my hospital room and tortured me for three days and nights, did I finally understand: as long as I was still alive, his punishment would never end.
So, dragging my broken body, I leapt from the rooftop and crashed at his feet.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back before Qin Mu drew lots to choose a wife.
This time, I withdrew my own lot, determined not to marry him.
But he came with all his wealth and insisted on marrying into my family.
