Just because my husband's childhood friend's widow wanted cherries, he made me, also pregnant, go out and buy them with my huge belly.
On my way back, I got into a car accident. My stomach hurt terribly, and blood poured out of me.
Panicking, I called my husband, a renowned doctor. He finally answered on my ninth attempt.
"Linlin's water broke! Why are you making a fuss and getting jealous?"
But while I lay dying in a pool of blood, my husband was doting on the daughter his childhood friend's widow had just given birth to. He carried her around the department, handing out red envelopes and joyfully announcing that he was a father.
Meanwhile, because I'd been denied timely treatment, I lost the child I was about to deliver.
After I was discharged from the hospital, I asked my husband for a divorce. He thought I was just jealous and vying for his attention, so he locked me up as punishment, even though I suffered from a fear of the dark.
But later, when he saw my shrunken belly, he completely lost his mind.
