It wasn’t as though she couldn’t survive without him.
What infuriated her even more was the other woman, who behaved as though destroying Maria’s family was sohow righteous.
That woman wore her cruelty like a badge of honor, as if killing Maria’s parents was a justified act.
Maria even considered returning to court.
But reality crushed that hope.
She hired hackers, spent what little money she had left, desperate to retrieve the erased videos and evidence.
Night after night, she stared at the screen, eyes burning, heart pounding, only to realize she could do nothing. The power gap was too great.
In the end, defeat settled into her bones.
’Who would want to live like this?’ she wondered. ’A life where you can’t even get justice for your own parents.’
The thought of ending everything crept in quietly, almost gently.
Just then, her phone vibrated.
Days earlier, she had rembered sothing else, another wound she had ignored for too long. During his university, her fiancé had begged her for financial support.
"Help now," he had promised, "and once I succeed, I’ll repay you everything."
She had agreed without hesitation, blinded by love, never asking for a contract, never questioning his sincerity.
Year after year, she supported him, sacrificing her own needs.
Now, he had cut off the relationship entirely.
Not only had he abandoned her, but he had also conveniently forgotten the money he owed her, or worse, he rembered and simply didn’t care.
She had nothing left.
The house she lived in was buried under a massive mortgage. There wasn’t even enough money set aside for her parents’ last rites.
’I really have no way out,’ she thought, numb.
Her fingers hovered weakly over the screen as she opened the ssage she had left on a charity platform.
She had poured her entire story onto the internet, clinging to one last, foolish hope.
’If soone responds,’ she had prayed silently, ’maybe it’s a sign that I shouldn’t die yet.’
But the replies had been rciless.
"Stop pretending," soone mocked."If you want to scam money, go sowhere else," another sneered.
Maria read the comnts with hollow eyes, the cruelty reflected back at her like a distorted mirror.
A bitter, mocking smile tugged at her lips.
Just as she was about to close the page, one ssage caught her attention.
"As long as you submit an application on our charity website, you will receive funding."
Her heart skipped.
With trembling fingers, she clicked the link, copied her post, and submitted the application.
The mont she finished, she almost deleted it out of sha, convinced it was pointless.
Then a ssage appeared.
"Please rest. Sleep for now. Within eight hours, things will change."
Maria froze.
A soft smile slowly spread across her face.
This was the first ti in weeks that soone had cared enough to tell her to sleep.
The tone felt painfully familiar. It reminded her of her parents, who used to tuck her in and scold her gently for staying up too late.
Now, a stranger was using the sa warmth.
Her tense shoulders finally relaxed as she lay down on the bed. The mattress felt unusually soft, the air strangely lighter.
’Maybe... I can rest just this once.’
As she drifted off, it felt as though a massive weight had been lifted from her chest.
Eight hours later, Maria slowly woke up.
Her room was quiet, sunlight spilling weakly through the curtains. She reached for her phone, her heartbeat uneven.
’Maybe I’m hoping for too much,’ she thought. ’Or maybe... I just need one sign.’
She wasn’t desperate.
She only needed one reason to keep living.
The next second, her phone chid.
Maria’s eyes widened.
She nearly scread and threw the phone away in shock.
There was one million dollars in her account.
Soone had transferred one million dollars.
Her hands shook violently as she stared at the screen, her breath coming out in short, broken gasps.
’Who...’ she wondered, tears spilling down her cheeks, ’who would be this generous to soone like ?’
Maria had finally noticed the ssage attached to the transfer. The words were simple, yet they pierced straight through her heart.
"You don’t need to give up right now. Everyone deserves a second chance to survive. This one million dollars is your second chance."
The mont she read it, her vision blurred. Tears stread down her face uncontrollably, soaking the phone screen as her shoulders shook.
’Whoever you are,’ she thought through her sobs, ’you are my savior.’
She marked the ssage as important, as if preserving it could anchor her to life itself.
With one million dollars now resting in her account, she made a decision without hesitation.
She hired the best lawyer she could find.
Maria didn’t want luxury. She didn’t crave revenge. All she wanted was justice.
The lawyer she hired was infamous, soone known for his obsession with justice and his terrifyingly high win rate.
To him, however, this case was also lucrative.
He was being offered one hundred thousand dollars per session, an amount far beyond anything he had earned before.
"I’ll take the case," he said calmly after reviewing the terms.
As he skimd through the files, he quickly calculated that at least five sessions would be required.
’Five sessions,’ he thought. ’Five hundred thousand dollars within a month.’
It was impossible to refuse.
Once he took the case, everything changed.
The case gained traction almost overnight. News stations picked it up.
Headlines spread. Discussions exploded across social dia. What had once been buried was now exposed to the entire nation.
The powerful family behind the other woman tried to suppress the news, but the pressure beca unbearable.
In the end, even they couldn’t shield her anymore.
She was disowned by her own parents.
Stripped of her family’s protection, she was punished accordingly, along with the fiancé who had always presented himself as righteous and moral.
Investigations revealed that he had repeatedly aided that woman in humiliating Maria.
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