My elder sister refused to marry the sickly man, so I took her place in the wedding, sent to bring him good fortune.
After we married, he taught me how to manage a business and protected me from harm.
Two years later, he passed away. My mother-in-law called me a husband-killer, and my brother-in-law demanded the keys to the family business.
I knelt before his coffin as they slapped me. Blood dripped onto the coffin lid.
That night, amid a torrential downpour, I found a military manual hidden in a secret compartment in his study.
Between its yellowed pages was his final letter:
“My darling, if you’re reading this, then my plan has succeeded.”
“What the Song family took, they’ll pay back a hundredfold.”
