The Miracle Hand's Quiet Eclipse

Five years ago, I watched the real Tarija die. To escape the bloody legacy of the Qamari Syndicate - the world's richest hidden family - I took her name and her quiet life. I even married Vashkar, secretly elevating his failing tech startup into a global powerhouse. I thought I had finally found peace. But at the Sun-Festival Banquet, Vashkar publicly handed me divorce papers, sneering that an 'unremarkable burden' like me didn't belong in his radiant future. I didn't scream. I simply took my silk-scaled sand-caracal, Kishar, and walked away. Now, Vashkar's empire is imploding. Facing life in a federal black-site for corporate treason, he is bankrupting himself to hire the 'Crimson Magistrate' - the only defense lawyer who can keep him out of prison. Simultaneously, he is desperately hunting the legendary ghost doctor 'Miracle Hand' to cure his new fiancée's mysterious affliction. He has no idea he's begging the same woman he discarded. When the President of the Republic bows to me at the State Summit, Vashkar’s reality will finally shatter. Can I completely dismantle his life without losing myself to the darkness I once fled?