The nanny’s daughter sold my eight-hundred-million-yuan yacht, claiming I’d had abortions all the time and that the money should be donated to a temple to earn me some merit. My brother backed her up, joining in the public humiliation. My classmates spread the story around as a joke, and after hearing it, my fiancé decided I was too promiscuous and broke off our engagement. I simply called the police, but they teamed up to prove I was mentally ill and had me sent to a psychiatric hospital. At my family’s behest, I suffered endless torment and died young. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day the yacht disappeared.
