The Day His Heart Died, He Knelt Down and Went Crazy

On the night of the third wedding anniversary, only a solitary lamp was lit in the villa. I watched a table of gradually cooling dishes, waiting from dusk until three in the morning, but what awaited me was Lu Jinyan, who smelled of alcohol and had a gentle embrace. Without even looking at me, he threw a divorce agreement on the marble table. The paper slid to my feet, and the glare made my eyes hurt. "Sign it, Weiwei is back, she can't stand the injustice." I squatted down and touched the word divorce with my cold fingertips. My voice was very soft: "Dong Zhongshu, who am I?" The man was condescending, with impatience and indifference on his face and eyes, without any sense of conjugal affection. "It's just a substitute who is somewhat similar to her. You should recognize your position." At that moment, I clutched the pregnancy test sheet hidden in my pocket. The two bright red lines were so hot that my heart started bleeding. I once thought that ten years of deep love could warm a cold heart, that three years of marriage could bring me a trace of sincerity, and that the child in my belly would make him look at me one more time. It turned out to be all a joke. When he saw that I wasn't moving, his tone became even more cruel: "Don't force me to do it, you can't afford it." I slowly stood up and held the pregnancy test form tightly in my palm until the paper was wrinkled and my fingertips turned white. Tears did not fall, but my heart was completely dead at this moment. I picked up the pen, without crying or questioning, and calmly signed my name at the signature. One stroke of a stroke cuts off ten years of obsession and three years of love. The moment I put down the pen, the calmness in my eyes made him inexplicably startled. "From now on, you and I will be cut off from each other, and we will never see each other again, alive or dead."