The Wedding House Paid for with My Blood Money

Summary

I died under a stamping press at the factory.

My entire right arm was pulp. My coworkers screamed. An ambulance came and went.

At the wake, my mother-in-law's wails were gut-wrenching. "My dear daughter-in-law!"

My husband knelt before my coffin, bowing his head once, twice, three times.

The compensation was $800,000. My mother-in-law took $500,000 to buy a house for my brother-in-law.

My four-year-old daughter, Lily, was sent to an orphanage.

That winter, the heating broke. No one fixed it.

Lily huddled in a corner, clutching a photo of me, and never woke up again.