My wife's first love was dying, and his one last wish was to have a child with her.
She threatened to kill herself and used divorce as leverage, forcing me to let them be together.
To keep her, I let myself be made a complete fool.
Ten months later, on the night of the baby's full-month celebration, I coughed up blood and collapsed.
As I lay dying, my wife nestled against her first love's shoulder, smiling with bliss:
“Shi Yunzhan, thank you for letting us be together.”
The man beside her looked utterly triumphant, showing not the slightest sign of illness.
“Big brother, from now on, the Shi family and your wife are mine. And those two old relics you call parents? I'll send them down to keep you company soon enough.”
I died with hatred in my heart.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day my wife had forced me to play the fool for her sake.
