My husband's daughter from his previous marriage went missing. The moment he saw me, his expression turned as if he'd seen a ghost. I had a word with him. That very night, he hanged himself. Countless people asked me what I had said to him. The police had interrogated me relentlessly for seven whole years. Once again detained for investigation, a man spent a million to bail me out. He even offered five million to hear the word I had had with my husband. I knew—he was the one I'd been waiting for all these seven years. …