My wife earns 1.8 million yuan a year, yet she has only 8.3 yuan left in her bank account. Still, she demands that I mortgage the house I owned before our marriage to pay off her younger brother's debts. I turn around and fly to Africa to make a living. Her family schemes together to fabricate debts and even targets my father, trying to force me into submission. I refuse to fight violence with violence. Instead, I let the evidence speak for itself, report the matter to the police, and settle everything in court according to the law. In the end, my father returns home safely, the fake debts are exposed, the marriage ends, and I keep my house. But a scheduled email still holds the secret of where three million yuan went—and the identity of one final name.