At a charity party, a giant decorative painting placed beside the stage suddenly fell.
My husband abandoned me and held his new public relations manager tightly in his arms.
"Qingqing, luckily I didn't hit you, otherwise I would have been heartbroken."
When I was distracted, my son hurriedly ran over to care for the woman in my husband's arms, without even looking at the injured me.
I covered the bleeding wound and looked at them from a distance, as if they were a happy family.
This time, I was finally heartbroken.
I don't want a husband like this anymore, and I don't want a son either.
