Chapter 2

Victor was overjoyed as he held me in his arms back then. "Thank goodness! Aly, you're finally awake. If you hadn't made it, I wouldn't have wanted to live on, either. I don't care that my legs are crippled. Nothing else matters as long as I've managed to save you."

People were usually selfish in the face of disaster.

However, Victor had supposedly lost the use of his legs to save me, and countless media outlets praised his selfless love.

Later, to inspire the nation and showcase love and humanity, Victor was even selected as one of that year's Top Ten Most Touching People in the country.

Everyone waited eagerly for good news about us.

The media reported on us daily, hoping we'd get married. The public wanted to see a glimpse of true love—that after Victor's sacrifice, I would be grateful and respond to his love. Even my parents told me that they would disown me if I ever betrayed Victor.

So, I married him under the weight of everyone's expectations.

But after only three months of marriage, Victor showed his true colors.

When a downstairs neighbor gave us some fish he caught, Victor poured the scalding fish soup straight over my head. When I thanked a deliveryman, he grabbed the nearest ashtray and smashed it against my head.

The first time, he said he was insecure. He claimed that seeing others giving me things made him suffer. The second time, he said he was just too afraid of losing me when he saw me talk to another man.

But I knew too well that domestic violence never stopped at once or twice. So, I asked for a divorce.

My family and my neighbors tried to talk me out of it. Even the women's aid organizations tried to do the same. The doctor who examined my injuries also only gave me a cursory glance, saying they didn't even count as minor wounds.

When I went to file for divorce, the clerk kept saying that the printer was broken.

Even my parents declared tearfully before the media, "It's our fault for not raising our daughter properly. We will never let her divorce him. Victor is such a good man."

Thanks to Victor, they had the honor of having one of the most "touching" people in the country as a son-in-law.

My father could hold his head high at work because of it, and even my younger brother found a well-off girlfriend thanks to the connection.

For three years, I tried countless times to get a divorce, but I failed every time.

Victor probably realized that I would never be able to leave him, which led to him beating me so badly that I couldn't stand. I had to crawl toward the door desperately, trying to beg for help.

However, a tall shadow loomed behind me.

When I turned my head, Victor was holding up a chair and smiling coldly. "Dear, where are you going?"

This time, it took me half a month to recover.

That was when I discovered the truth—that Victor had been pretending all along. He said he did it because he loved me, afraid that I'd leave him.

What he did to "save" me had already become a legend nationally. Even if I went out now and told everyone that Victor was never paralyzed, no one would believe me.

Today, I actually bought a packet of rat poison. I decided that, if I couldn't get a divorce, I'd just take him with me.

But now, an opportunity had appeared.

I glanced at the hidden camera subconsciously. I'd heard that this program was being broadcast nationwide. As long as Victor stood up in front of everyone watching online, then I might finally be able to get my divorce.