On the wedding day, the bride left me and ran away.
In order to deal with the elders, I randomly grabbed a bridesmaid to take my place.
She was obedient and obedient, allowing people to sign autographs and take photos together.
After a year of marriage, she played the role of the perfect wife conscientiously.
He would give me honey water when I was drunk, and he would remember all my allergy medicine.
I almost believed that this was a model of family marriage.
Until she saw her taking off her glasses in the hospital and looking coldly at the man kneeling down begging for mercy:
"You think you ruined my family back then and can start over again by changing your identity?"
When she turned to leave, she ran into my arms. The moment she raised her head in panic, the ice in her eyes melted instantly.
Only then did I realize that my little sheep-like wife had a madness I had never seen before in her eyes.
