[Revenge ➕ Chasing Wife Crematorium ➕ Suspense] The fifth wedding anniversary should be full of warmth and sweetness. I prepared carefully and fully expected to spend this meaningful night with my husband, reminiscing about the past together and looking forward to the future life.
When the lanterns first came on, I dressed up and sat in the living room. The candles flickered, the delicacies were getting colder, and the time seemed to be stretched infinitely. The clock on the wall was ticking, and every sound struck my increasingly uneasy heart, but I still held a glimmer of hope and stubbornly stayed where I was, waiting for his return.
The night was getting darker, and it wasn't until dawn broke that the dawn broke through the sky, and I finally heard the sound from the door. Her husband staggered out smelling of alcohol, with his white moonlight leaning against him. Their postures were skewed, their manners were intimate, and their eyes were filled with ambiguity that I couldn't understand. At that moment, anger and humiliation instantly overwhelmed me like a raging tide, and the defense line of reason suddenly collapsed. Without thinking, I hit the woman hard.
However, when my husband witnessed all this, he did not stop me at all. There was only coldness in his eyes, as if I was the fault of this farce. That cold look on the sidelines was like a sharp knife piercing my heart, poking holes in the past five years of love.
