Chapter 1

My husband, Mark Stone, got into a car crash while he was using the bathroom at home.

He'd just finished hitting me and went to the toilet, his mistress, Lily, cozying up outside the door, laughing and badmouthing me with him.

Suddenly, a deafening crash. A runaway semi-truck plowed through our yard, straight over my husband and his mistress.

Doctors were sifting through the wreckage for his mangled body. From the corner, I spotted a small battery that had fallen out of his pocket and casually kicked it towards them.

His face was ashen, eyes wide and filled with unspoken words, but he couldn't scream.

At the hospital, the doctor said:

"His left leg is a comminuted fracture, not much hope of saving it. If we were to use—"

"No money. Just cut it off."

During the time I was gathering evidence, my husband, Mark, who I'd worked hard with to become wealthy, brought his mistress to our home and beat me, all to force a divorce.

I refused to sign, driven by a burning desire to avenge our lost child.

He got tired of hitting me, went to take a dump, and then… the crash.

Karma's a bitch, and it came like a tornado.

Twenty minutes later, traffic cops, insurance adjusters, doctors, nurses, and a swarm of reporters were snapping photos as he lay on the ground, butt-naked and moaning.

For all our shared history as husband and wife, the 'good thing' the doctors couldn't find for him, I kicked it over.

That was his life-sustaining item, after all.

As for his mistress, Lily Miller, besides a slightly soiled dress, she had no other injuries.

When Mark used to hit me, he'd brag about her incredible flexibility as a dancer, claiming she could master any dance style.

Now she was twisted up like a pretzel, so she should be just fine, right?

At the hospital, the doctor asked for an upfront payment of $100,000.

I pulled out my bank card. Balance: $10.

"Doctor, just stitch him up for now. His mom knows a miracle doctor, she can save him for free."

"What miracle doctor? Where is he? Quick, call him!"

"Church. God."

"..."

The doctor sighed.

"Let us try a little harder."

"Alright."

I then asked,

"If I sign organ donation papers now, can it be deducted from the medical fees?"

"No."

The doctor looked at his scans.

"However, his left leg is a comminuted fracture. There's little hope of saving it. If we use—"

"No money. Just cut it off."

The young nurse beside me winced.

"Put aside any grudges for now. Money can be earned again."

Fine.

"Actually, we're not really broke."

I patiently explained,

"He transferred all his money to his mistress. If you could just wake her up and ask for her bank card password?"

The nurse glanced at Lily.

"Spinal fracture. She might never wake up."

I threw my hands up.

"Doctor, please saw gently."

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