When my husband's first love and I were kidnapped at the same time, the kidnappers forced him to choose between us.
Without hesitation, I told him that his first love wasn't pregnant at all, and that even her cancer was a lie.
In a fit of rage, my husband chose me.
That night, his first love was tortured until her lower body rotted, and she died.
When he heard the news of her death, my husband didn't even look up. He simply tossed out, “Serves her right.”
Later, after three years of IVF, I finally managed to get pregnant. I made it all the way to my due date.
My husband burst into the delivery room with an iron hammer and smashed my lower body.
He dragged out my blood-soaked baby and, ignoring my screams, crushed the baby's last breath with the hammer.
“You should suffer everything Qiao Qiao suffered!”
My husband glared at me viciously. “If it weren't for avenging Qiao Qiao, who do you think you are to bear my child?”
I swallowed my last breath in despair. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day I was kidnapped.
