An earthquake struck during our honeymoon, and I urged everyone to get out immediately.
My husband's dream girl mocked me for being a coward afraid to die, and my husband didn't take me seriously either.
I had no choice but to stay and keep sightseeing with them.
A broken steel frame came crashing down on his dream girl.
She clung to me desperately as steel rods pierced my ribs one by one.
Before I could even cry out, my husband saw his frowning dream girl and kicked me again.
"You bitch! If you hadn't suggested honeymooning here, Yan wouldn't have been hurt!
You must have known there'd be an earthquake today. You did this on purpose!"
The rods sank even deeper into my ribs. Every breath was agony.
My husband roughly shoved me aside, scooped up his dream girl, and left without looking back.
"I'll get Yan to the hospital before the aftershocks hit, then I'll call the rescue team!
Stay right here and think about what you've done. This is your punishment for scheming against Yan!"
I waited all night.
He didn't know that the torrential rains of the rainy season would flood the area. What awaited him was the water-swollen corpse of his pregnant wife.
