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102 蝶 Butterfly Shadows Return to Dust: Sold into Prostitution by My Mother-in-Law, My Ex-Husband Searched for Me for Ten Years 蝶影归尘：被婆母卖入风尘，前夫寻了我整整十年 Ni Ah Ni Ge Ni氼啊氼个氼55k WordsCompleted The Butterfly’s Shadow Returns to Dust: Sold into a Life of Vice by My Mother-in-Law, My Ex-Husband Searched for Me for Ten Years 220Reads—Score—Shelves

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My mother-in-law sold me to my husband's half-brother for profit. What is the most vicious mother-in-law you have ever seen? My mother-in-law, who had been a widow for many years and raised her son, ate fasting and chanted Buddha's name on the surface, but secretly hated me to the core—hated that I was from a better family than her, hated that her son was obedient to me, and hated that I never knelt down to serve her. The Zhang family's business was losing money, and she saw that the family business was about to collapse. She didn't think about how to save it, but thought about how to sell me for money. She took advantage of my husband's business trip and asked me to sign a document, saying it was for business. At that time, all I could think about was "If my husband is in danger, I must sign it quickly and go rescue him." I signed it without even looking at it. That's not a business document. That was the divorce note—there was also a deed of renunciation hidden in the mezzanine. She sold her daughter-in-law to the illegitimate son born from her husband's concubine. The buyer is Xiao Qihao, who has been eyeing me for a long time. The price is enough for her to keep the Zhang family's business in a box of gold. That man locked me in a separate courtyard and tortured me day and night, forcing me to give birth to an heir for him. I have been looking for my husband for ten years. [Crying][Crying][Crying][Crying] In ten years, his temples turned completely white overnight. He traveled all over the country, holding my photo and asking every passerby. He didn't know that every time he went to inquire about my whereabouts, the person who sold me—his biological mother—was at home, eating fast, chanting Buddha, and telling him, "She ran away with someone." He doubted himself until his death: Am I not good enough, so she doesn't want me? He didn't know that it was his mother who ruined our lives.