The System Forced Me to Be a Vicious Wife
Language: en
After my husband went bankrupt, I followed him into a basement apartment. We were broke, living a miserable existence, and yet he still had to support me—his cruel, demanding, high-maintenance wife. The System ordered me to maintain this persona. But my moral compass was too strong; I was wracked with guilt after every cruel act. So, every time I finished tormenting him, I would secretly cry my eyes out. In the middle of the night, I crept into his room and lifted the sleeve of his shirt. A gash, nearly four inches long, jagged and raw, stared back at me. He’d gotten it working himself to…