They all call me an ungrateful wretch, accuse me of seducing my uncle-in-law and stealing his home. But they don't know that since I was eleven, I've lived through nothing but deception and abandonment. The so-called aunt was my father's mistress; the so-called uncle-in-law was my stepping-stone out of the abyss. I used his pity to gain a foothold and his desire to climb higher. He taught me his tricks, so I used them to drain his business empire. He gave me tenderness, so I turned it into a noose and bound him to my side, making him my "househusband." I'm no good person. I'm only giving back, twice over, the pain you gave me. Just as I finally gained control of everything, I saw in my own eyes the reflection of the person I hated most... Did I really win this game of revenge?
