My Wife Stole Everything, So I Took Revenge

After my son was born, my health began to decline, sometimes so badly that I couldn’t even drag myself out of bed.

My wife knelt before me, her hands pressed together in desperation, begging me to let Silas Anderson join the household to help us stay afloat.

Not long after Silas moved in, my wife took our son and left, saying that farming wasn’t enough to survive. Her calls home grew sparse until, one day, they stopped altogether.

Left with no other option, I survived by selling my blood and scavenging for scraps.