On our wedding night, my sturdy, hardworking-looking husband left for the city to find work, and I never heard from him again.
Left alone in a little village, I never had enough to eat or warm clothes to wear. I rose earlier than the chickens and went to bed later than the dogs. In less than a year, exhaustion turned me from a plump, rosy-cheeked woman into a scrawny, bitter-looking wretch.
Just then, my biological parents came looking for me. They said I was their daughter, taken from them as a baby, and wanted to bring me to the city to enjoy the good life.
But as soon as I got into the car and headed for the city, a gang kidnapped me.
They threatened my parents: pay the ransom, or they'd kill me!
I trembled with fear, but when they took off my blindfold and I saw the bandit chief, I froze.
Wasn't this the husband who'd abandoned me on our wedding night?
