Punished by His Love

Later, when he became successful, he used every trick in the book to marry me. 

Everyone said I was his "white moonlight," the wife he cherished most. 

But then he started bringing different women home every night, breaking my heart and turning me into a joke in our social circle. 

Yet I didn't cry or make a scene. I quietly stayed in the study, never interfering with his affairs. 

He went crazy, kissing me fiercely and whispering, "Aren't you jealous?" 

He had no idea that I was sick. 

Every day he tried to get back at me, I was silently counting down the days I had left to live.