My Husband Was Hit by a Car, and I Pretended Not to See It

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I gripped the steering wheel until my knuckles turned white. The messages I'd seen on Cheng Yan's phone kept flashing through my mind.

"Same time tomorrow. Don't let your wife find out."

They were from a woman saved in his contacts as "Doctor Lin." Six months of chat history had been like a dull knife, slowly slicing open my heart. Hotel room numbers, explicit love notes, mockery of our marriage... Cheng Yan, my husband of seven years, had been having an affair with Lin Jiayi, his college classmate. The truth lay exposed before me. The woman in the rearview mirror had a deathly pale face, yet the corners of her mouth curled into an eerie smile. Suddenly, the front...