I once thought that marriage was the destination of love.
Until that much-anticipated wedding, I slapped her in the face and turned it into the beginning of revenge.
"This slap is for my sister."
Amid the uproar, I looked at the shock in his eyes and knew that I was finally the protagonist in this scene.
Everyone says that I am a vain sister who married into a wealthy family on my sister's blood.
But they don't know that I put on this wedding dress just to open up a murder case three years ago.
Love and hate are entangled in the same person.
Truth and lies peel off in every confrontation.
When marriage becomes a battlefield, the lover becomes the enemy.
Will this ruling in the name of love lead us to destruction or redemption?
Purpose: The broken truth will eventually judge the past, and in the ashes of revenge, the lost justice and redemption can also be found