The day I discovered my husband had a three-year-old son with another woman, I planted explosives in the villa, planning for us to die together.
But that night, Gu Chengye never came home. Instead, for the first time, I felt the baby move.
In that instant, I suddenly didn't want to die anymore.
I drove the most expensive car in the garage away and detonated the explosives outside the villa.
Amid the flames, I headed for the airport.
From then on, Mrs. Gu, who had long become a laughingstock across Hong Kong City, vanished without a trace.
Until five years later, when we met again at an inn in an ancient town.
He looked at me as I politely handed him his room key, and suddenly seemed dazed.
"An Ruo, you seem... a little different from before."
I didn't answer. I just smiled and wished his family of three a pleasant stay.
