Chapter 1

Five years had passed. I ran into my former fianc└e, Vivienne Holt, again at the awards ceremony for the Paralympic Games.

When I reached out to accept the trophy, she stared at my six missing fingers, her voice edged with panic.

"Ethan ！ what happened to you?"

She couldn't have imagined it. The legendary NYU hockey champion, the man who had once ruled every rink in the city, now couldn't even claim a complete body.

"You were released early ！ why didn't you call me? Why didn't come home?"

Her assistant stepped forward, bristling with indignation.

"The day you walked out of Rikers, Ms. Holt stood at the prison gates in her wedding dress and waited for you all morning. The whole city knew how much she loved you. And yet you've been hiding in this nowhere town, letting her look like a fool!"

Hearing those words, I felt nothing but contempt.

She couldn't live without me?

If it weren't for her, I would never have been forced into that marriage with that Mafia lunatic ！ then my fingers cut off, my legs taken, my face carved up, my kidney harvested.

I would never have been framed for murder, never spent five years rotting in a cell for a crime I didn't commit.

But, for revenge, I didn't mind dancing with the lunatic again, as long as I could drag them all down to hell.