A Woman Who Changes Her Heart Is Worth Less Than Grass

My wife's first love hit me with his car. By coincidence, he was driving the car I'd bought for my wife. Even more coincidentally, we ended up at the same hospital. I was covered in blood. My wife's first love had only a slight scrape on his forehead. Through the curtain, I heard him call her, sounding pitiful. “Qingyan, can you come to the hospital and stay with me? I feel awful...” Between me and her first love, she chose him without hesitation. I finally understood how ridiculous it had been to keep holding on for seven years. We had once loved each other deeply and knew each other too well. We used the sharpest knives to stab each other until we bled. When my wife took her first love to the movies, I set off fireworks with another girl. When my wife gave her first love a luxury watch, I bought another girl a villa. In the end, my wife knelt in front of me, crying as she asked if we could go back to the way we were. I looked down at her and said softly, “Weren't you the one who fell out of love first?”