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When my boyfriend, Misael Ellison, worked at a construction site, hauling bricks to support my education, I looked down on him for being poor and publicly tore up our marriage contract. Later, he became a real estate tycoon, while I sank to working as a hostess at a KTV club. In the first year, I begged him to buy a few bottles of alcohol to boost my sales. He made me kneel and finish three bottles of whiskey before he'd swipe his card. In the second year, I coughed up blood as I pleaded for money for my chemotherapy. He held his new lover close and mocked me for my poor acting skills. Eventually, I died in a lonely street, just as he had wished. Then, five years later, he received a long-delayed insurance claim. The beneficiary was listed as his name, with only a crooked, hastily written note. "Misael, this is the money I earned with my life. Your unfinished buildings can finally resume construction.."