After that accident, my husband "lost his memory."
The man who once cherished me had become someone I didn't recognize.
I thought he had simply forgotten that he loved me and our son, until I saw it with my own eyes: he was cuddling and kissing my biological younger sister in a hospital bed!
My heart died. Since he no longer loved us, I wouldn't cling to him anymore. I wanted a divorce.
But he refused. And what I never expected was that he would rather kill me than let me go.
Just as I thought he was going to strangle me to death, a deliveryman burst through the door.
The look in his eyes was just like the way my husband had once looked at me, and it made my heart ache.
Only later did I learn that the deliveryman who saved me was my real husband!
He hadn't died. He had been disfigured in an "accident" orchestrated by his twin brother, and had lain low for three years, waiting to take revenge.
The "husband" who had tormented me was an impostor!
Ha! A sanctimonious father, a biased mother, a vicious younger sister, and the devil who stole my husband's identity and abused my son...
I'll make you repay a hundredfold for all the pain you've inflicted on us!
