The day I went to try on a suit, a strange man suddenly charged into the VIP room and slashed me. He tore open my shirt, then grinned viciously as he splashed acid on me. The cold blade had already sunk into my lower abdomen, and pain forced me to my knees. Blood dripped from my fingertips, and only then did I understand. My fiancée, whom I had loved for seven years, had been keeping another man on the side. Watching his smug face, I pulled out my phone with bloodied hands and called my sister. “Sis,” I said, my voice frighteningly calm, “come get me from the suit shop.” “And let the Shu family know that the engagement is off.”
