After we got married, my husband cheated on me again and again.
He said I was nothing but a substitute for his first love, mercilessly trampling on my self-respect.
On a night of blinding snow, he left me locked outside. I endured the pain in my heart as I waited for him to sign the divorce papers.
But he insisted on leaving. “Qianqian’s in trouble. I have to be with her.”
“Don’t go. I’m dying. You have to sign today.”
He shoved me away. “You’re full of lies. If you’re going to die, hurry up and do it!”
I watched him walk away without looking back, then collapsed into the snow.
Later, I disappeared without a trace, and my husband was consumed by grief.
