To take the blame for my younger sister, I married the business tycoon rumored to be ruthless and bloodthirsty in her place.
On our wedding night, he pinned me against the wall, his voice icy. "You don't deserve to have her face."
Then I tore up the contract with my own hands and disappeared into the crowd.
Three years later, I returned in grand style with twins, a boy and a girl. In front of the media, he knelt on one knee, eyes red with tears.
"Darling, have you had enough fun? It's time to come home."
