After an accident left my younger sister permanently paralyzed, everyone, including my parents and husband, believed I had caused it. But I truly hadn’t done anything. They sent me to a school where the sun never shone and kept me there for six whole months. After I got out, because I was disobedient and wouldn’t bring in money, he sent me to a club, where I continued to endure torment. Later, doctors diagnosed me with late-stage stomach cancer and said I had only three months to live. During those three months, he and I went to the civil affairs bureau to file for divorce. By then, I no longer had the looks of a young heiress. I was nothing but skin and bones, with a sallow, gaunt complexion. Everyone who saw me said I brought bad luck! In the end, I had long since given up hope in this world, and I died miserably in the club’s restroom. It was a cleaning lady who found me while doing her rounds. She was so frightened by my state that she immediately called the police, and they buried my remains in the ground. Meanwhile, my parents, Fu Chengze, and my younger sister Shen Zhiwei reveled in my suffering, enjoying their happy family life. The only ones who truly treated me like one of their own were the Fu family. They were heartbroken when they learned I had died, and it took them several days to recover before they could carry on with their lives.
