Eight months after my divorce, I returned from Haishi in a sorry state, only to witness the most melodramatic scene imaginable at the supermarket.
My “best” friend, Su Wan'er, was seven months pregnant and nestled against my ex-husband, Lu Zechuan, as they picked out baby clothes.
She stroked her belly and smiled gently at me. “Sister Qingyue, Zechuan and I have been married for six months. The baby was an accident. Don't blame him.”
But I remembered how, before the divorce, she had fed me poisonously saccharine advice every day: “Men go bad when they get rich,” “Your family's problems are your problems,” and “Leave the wrong person and pursue an independent life.”
I listened, divorced him, and left. She took the opportunity to move into my marital home and get pregnant with her “accidental” baby.
Then I uncovered her other online identity: “Poison Ivy.” There, in plain sight, were her articles teaching women how to scheme, manipulate, and use children to trap men.
The timestamps showed that she had started researching fertility drugs before my divorce.
Su Wan'er, you poisoned my marriage with your sickly sweet advice, then stole my life with your “accident.”
Now it's my turn to pour this poisonous soup, steeped in your own blood, down your throat.
In a world with broken worldviews and broken hearts, those who laugh at the poor but not the prostitutes, instead seem kind-hearted, are funny and pathetic, and life is very tiring! Don't test human nature, it cannot stand the test. Life is already very hard, so I don't like to watch painful plots. After watching it, it will affect my mood even more!
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