Chapter 4

That's right. As soon as my maternity leave ended, the company fired me.

Now, I was just a full-time stay-at-home mom, completely dependent on my husband.

I touched my face, swollen like a balloon, and burst into uncontrollable sobs.

Only one thought consumed my mind.

Revenge.

I wanted him to experience the suffering I had endured, the pain I had felt.

I wanted him to lie helpless on a delivery bed.

I wanted him to feel the sting of betrayal.

I wanted him to lose everything, to drown in endless despair.

The next day, I called my mom. She seemed to have expected it. Her voice was calm. "You two only had a wedding reception, you never even got your marriage license. The curse's power will be halved. If you leave him now, he’ll only get gastritis for a year and have his reputation dragged through the mud. That’s nothing compared to what you've suffered."

I calmed down. She was right. I couldn't leave him yet.

Not only would I not leave, but I had to get our marriage license.

The more he owed me, the more he messed up, the more he’d have to repay.

My ten months of pregnancy for a year of stomach issues?

No way.

I wanted to tear him apart inside, to make him writhe in agony.