My husband and my best friend jointly pushed me off the private cruise on the grounds that my "bad wife" hindered their way of inheriting billions of dollars in wealth. When I opened my eyes again, I was stranded on a deserted island, and the person who rescued me was the son of the richest man in Southeast Asia who was rumored to have perished in the fire. He was covered in scars and his eyes were as alert as a wolf. I fed him water, and he bit my finger; I bandaged him, and he strangled my throat. Everyone thought we were going to die. They don't know that this "waste beauty" like me is actually a wilderness survival champion. Little did I know that when that man wakes up, he will regard me as the only light in his dark world.
