On the fourth wedding anniversary of Wen Xingchen and I, my father was critically ill, but he lost contact all night and transferred all the money from our joint account as husband and wife, which indirectly led to my father's death.
Later, he explained that he hit someone else in a car accident and paid all the money to the victim. However, I discovered through clues that he had an unusual relationship with the beautiful victim.
Wen Xingchen was still unwilling to tell me the truth, allowing the trust between us to be shattered. Later, when I had a threatened miscarriage, my husband Wen Xingchen was accompanying another woman to the obstetrics and gynecology department. Finally, I gave up.
After a premeditated kidnapping that took place six years ago, I learned about Wen Xingchen's intricate relationship with that woman from a neighbor with ulterior motives. I didn't want to be trapped in the quagmire of three people's entanglement for the rest of my life, so I divorced decisively, maximized my own interests, completely stayed away from the bloody bad things, and embraced true freedom.
