After my husband Gu Zhizhou's childhood sweetheart Xia Xingxing suffered a fracture while skiing, he sent someone to break my legs and threw her into the basement of the villa.
Just because he thought I was the one who caused his green plum to break, but I wasn't even there.
Before he died, his five-year-old son cried and begged him three times.
For the first time, my son said that I had a high fever and wanted some fever-reducing medicine.
He said coldly, "Isn't it normal to have a fever? What I want is for her to taste the pain that Yin Yin has suffered."
The second time, my son said that my wound was filled with pus and maggots and begged him to take me to the hospital.
But he said cruelly, "It's not like she's going to die. Tell me after she dies."
The third time, my son grabbed his suit pants tightly and cried that I had no breath and was about to die.
He kicked his son away impatiently, "It's just that his leg is broken. The doctor said he won't die."
He didn't know that I was actually dead.
