After My Brother Cured Me, I Destroyed His Family

When I was discharged from the psychiatric hospital, my brother and sister-in-law dropped everything to personally pick me up.

Even my nephew, who had just finished his college entrance exams, arrived with a box of carrot cake he had waited in line all day to buy. His warm smile was the picture of innocence.

“Auntie, congratulations on your discharge. With me here, you’ll never feel lonely again.”

To outsiders, we were the perfect family—envied by all and even awarded the title of a local model family.

But behind the facade of family bliss lay a very different story.