The Broken Painter

Summary

I was in the art studio when the heavy lamp directly above me came crashing down. I threw my right hand up to block it.

My boyfriend, claiming he had no money, took me to a back-alley clinic. The delayed treatment cost me my right hand.

Because of that, I missed the finals of the national art competition and the once-in-a-lifetime chance to study under a grandmaster. I had no choice but to go back to working three jobs a day just to survive.

Six months later, while delivering food, I stumbled upon the truth about his family's wealth and overheard a conversation he was having with a friend.