After I Died a Miserable Death, My Husband Went Mad and Tortured His White Moonlight to Death

I lay in the icy river as the fish fought to devour my body.

The child in my womb, not yet fully formed, was devoured too.

As my consciousness dwindled to its last faint trace, I wished more than anything that Shen Yan would come and save me.

But I knew he wouldn't. He said he'd had enough of my hypocritical act.

He said I wasn't worthy of even one strand of Cui Yingying's hair.

But the day he learned I was dead, he fainted on the spot.