Breaking Free and Spreading My Wings: Goodbye, Scumbag

What is three years? 1,095 days and nights? 65,700 minutes? 3,942,000 seconds? Three years in prison taught Cheng Min what humiliation was, what it meant to be powerless, and that simply staying alive was the best possible outcome. Love? Worthless crap. Friendship? The most laughable thing in the world. Family? The only reason to keep living. Revenge? A pack of lies. When staying alive is already too much to hope for, what good is revenge? Her husband of four years cheated on her with her best friend. Consumed by resentment, she plunged a knife into the woman who had stolen her husband. The man who had once shared her every hardship shielded his lover, kicking her again and again until the child in her womb, already fully formed, was reduced to a pool of blood… The man’s vicious glare woke her from nightmares countless times. He personally and mercilessly sent her to prison. Her elderly parents wept until their hearts broke and begged on their knees, but they could not win even a shred of sympathy. Her family was shattered. Her mother died of grief. Who still remembered the woman who had once smiled so gently? Who remembered the child who had been reduced to a pool of blood? She no longer dared hope for love. Taking her white-haired father with her, she fled far from that city that had become a living hell. Years later, an international superstar who had taken the world by storm returned to the city. On the television screen, she curled her seductive red lips. “Darling, I’m back. Are you ready?”