After being reborn, I took my four-year-old son to the hospital.
The goal is clear: to tear up the scumbag, expose his secret marriage, and ruin his reputation.
The ex-husband of the top movie star came after hearing the news and tried to maintain his hypocritical persona of being aloof and single.
Unexpectedly, my trump card was not my reborn memory at all, but our son who spoke amazingly.
In front of the camera, he tilted his head innocently: "Dad, why did you steal a photo of your mother last night?"
The whole network is in a frenzy, and hot searches are paralyzed.
The actor's face turned ugly on the spot and blocked me backstage. His voice was hoarse: "Su Wan, what do you want?"
I swung the red wine glass, my smile not reaching my eyes: "Mr. Lu, the game has just begun."
It wasn't until I accidentally discovered the medical certificate he had locked in the safe that I understood the truth behind his insistence on hiding his marriage - it clearly read: "Hereditary blood disease, diagnosed five years ago."
