I married my ex's brother-in-law, Gu Chengze.
At the wedding, my ex Gu Mingxuan asked me with red eyes: "Do you hate me so much?"
Gu Chengze gently but without doubt parted his hand and said in a cold voice: "Call Auntie."
I thought it was just a take-what-you-get deal. He needs a wife to deal with the family, and I need Mrs. Gu's identity to heal my wounds.
Until that night, I entered his secret room by mistake.
The walls are covered with long-forgotten photos of me—from my teenage years to yesterday. Locked in the glass cabinet are my "accidentally lost" diary and my mother's necklace.
The lights suddenly brightened.
He stood at the door, his tie loose, his eyes filled with paranoia and madness that I had never seen before.
"Huanhuan," he stroked my face in the photo, his voice hoarse, "What you thought was a chance reunion was actually years of planning on my part."
"The way you smile, the way you cry... Have long been engraved here."
He took my hand and pressed it to his heart.
"Now, you can't escape."
