“A perfect marriage? Just a beautiful dream the husband deliberately wove.”
Wen Suisui received a text from a stranger. It was simple: a photo of a man asleep. [Sister Wen, your husband stopped loving you long ago. Why are you still clinging to him?]
Three years of marriage, seven years of love, all gone to waste.
Her perfect marriage, her loving husband, her happy family all crumbled in that moment.
When Qin Yuan saw Wen Suisui again, she already had someone else by her side.
[If I told you I regretted it now, Suisui, would you forgive me?] Qin Yuan clutched Wen Suisui’s hand tightly, his eyes red.
[President Qin, what’s past is past. Stop dwelling on it. Please have some self-respect.] Wen Suisui smiled as she pulled her hand free.
Then she turned and linked arms with someone else.
Once, her life held only him, and he was the only one by her side. For all the years to come, there would never again be a place for him beside her.
