After three years as her live-in son-in-law, she kicked me 367 times.
The day she slapped the divorce papers in my face, the System arrived. I took down her bodyguards, crushed the agreement, and had all eight security guards outside lying flat in thirty seconds. My ex-wife knelt on the ground, clutching my pant leg, and I pried her fingers off one by one.
Three years ago, my dad jumped from a building, and someone swallowed up his assets. I thought she was the only person who'd reached out to save me when I was at my lowest. Later, I learned the truth: that cup of tea, that smile, that "You're mine," had all been part of her father's acquisition plan.
I endured it for three years. I'm not signing today. It's my turn to hit back.
I didn't look at it in detail, but the first half is about revenge and the second half is about remembrance, which is okay. It's just that the writing is relatively heavy and lacks some liveliness.