Five years after my son was born, I finally saw the truth: my husband didn't love me or our son.
To end our miserable marriage, I decided to leave with my son.
But we got into a car accident. I lost a kidney, and my son lost an eye.
In my darkest hour, my usually cold husband knelt before me in public, begging for forgiveness. He said he would be there for my son and me for the rest of our lives.
My son and I decided to give him a hundred-day trial.
If he passed, we would stay with him forever.
But on the ninety-ninth day,
my son and I accidentally overheard him talking to the attending physician.
“Mr. Fu, was it really worth deliberately causing that car accident and taking organs from your wife and son to save Miss Luo's child?”
“It was worth it. I'd do anything to make Shuhan happy.”
“What if your wife and son find out?”
Fu Sijin fell silent, then instinctively touched his wedding ring, his voice calm.
“Then we must never let them find out. Don't they just want a family? I'll do everything I can to make it up to them.”
So his supposed change of heart was nothing more than a carefully planned deception.
So the happiness my son and I believed we had found was just a fantasy he had woven to protect the woman he truly loved.
So every gift came with a price tag, hidden from view.
