To save my brother, I sneaked into the richest man's villa to steal special medicine.
In a panic, he broke his priceless antiques and scattered the pills into fragments all over the floor.
A cold voice sounded in the darkness: "Do you know how expensive that bottle of medicine is?"
I fumbled for the pills tremblingly, and my fingertips were cut and bloody.
He woke up three days later and I was facing ten years in prison for breaking and entering.
But he took out the diamond ring in court and said: "Marry me, or I will send your brother to the morgue."
It was only after we got married that I discovered that the burns on his arms were in the same location as my childhood fire scars.
The names of his parents were clearly printed on the fire death list.
