My Husband, Her Lawyer​

On my grandmother's birthday, my own sister ran her over with a car.

I meticulously assembled every link in the chain of evidence, determined to bring justice for my grandmother's soul.

But my lawyer husband changed his mind at the last minute. In court, he defended her instead, claiming I had framed her.

Even my parents sided with my sister, accusing me of making a mountain out of a molehill.

That day, my sister walked free.

She plastered posts calling me a "cold-blooded liar who framed her own family" all over my grandmother's memorial service.

Heartbroken, I drafted severance papers for my family and filed for divorce.

My husband scoffed: "Within three days, you'll come crawling back to me."

That night, I boarded a plane to pursue my studies abroad.

He wrote eight hundred pages of documents, turning himself in to the state prosecutor for letting a murderer walk free.