After He Came Back from Hell, He Sent Me to Hell First.

"It's been six years and you finally remember me?" I looked at him with tears streaming down my face. But he handed over the divorce agreement coldly: "I don't know you at all, just sign it." Until I saw him chained up at a black market auction - that exact same face, smiling ingratiatingly and numbly at the buyers. At this moment, the man who calls himself "my husband" is gently hugging my bestie: "I forgot to tell you, I am actually...