Chapter 1

I watched, utterly detached, as my childhood friend, her eyes hazy with unnatural desire, was led into the storage room by my closest friend.

I turned away.

In my past life, I had rushed in to stop the horror.

But that act of heroism only served to frame me.

When the police arrived, all they found in that storage room was me and my drugged childhood friend.

"He's no academic star; he's a violent criminal!"

My reputation was shattered, and I was expelled.

To salvage her name, my childhood friend was forced to marry me.

But marriage was my real hell.

I sank into severe depression, my mind fractured, even losing my ability as a man.

Rumors spread that I was promiscuous, that I'd contracted a disease from my wild ways.

My parents, desperate to compensate her, poured all their efforts into propping her up.

Yet, the first thing she did after gaining control of our family company was to frame my father for financial fraud.

My father went to prison, dying there from a broken heart, consumed by rage.

My mother couldn't bear the shock; she had a car accident while driving and died on the spot.

The news broke me. I was inconsolable.

But then, my childhood sweetheart of ten years appeared before me, wrapped around my best friend:

"You bastard, if you hadn't interfered back then, we would have been together already. But I still have to thank you for raising our child all these years."

I coughed up a mouthful of blood, my eyes wide with an unyielding fury as I died.

I opened my eyes again, back to the very day she was drugged.