He put the abortion pills in my hands and pushed me toward death himself.
On the day of our engagement, he said over the phone, “Su Wan, I’ve never loved you.”
After I got pregnant, he brought the pills to my door. “Get rid of it. Don’t make me say it twice.”
I thought that was the end.
Until someone pinned me to the operating table, and in the last moment before I lost consciousness...
He burst in, covered in blood, dropped to his knees, and gripped my hand tightly.
“Wanwan, I switched the pills. The baby is still alive.”
“I’ve killed everyone who hurt you.”
“The real culprit behind your family’s ruin is the person you trust most.”
Ten years of silent endurance. A deadly trap.
He got engaged to make me hate him.
He gave me the pills to keep me alive.
He went to prison to keep me safe.
Everyone says he betrayed me.
Only I know:
He turned his back on the whole world so he wouldn’t turn his back on me.
Three years later, I waited for him outside the prison.
He was older, his hair turned white.
I smiled and took his arm. “Come on. Let’s go home.”
His eyes reddened. “Wanwan, I have nothing left.”
I pressed his hand to my heart.
“But you still have me.”
