On the wedding day, he said: "You are just a substitute."
I signed the contract with a smile and said nothing.
After the marriage, he stayed up all night, and his shirt always smelled of someone else's perfume.
I cut off the long hair that looked exactly like my sister's, and he raged and smashed half of the bedroom.
Later, the laboratory exploded, and he rushed into the ruins like crazy.
Little did I know that at that moment, I had already taken off my wedding ring.
He thought I was dead, so he knelt in front of the tomb all day and night.
He doesn't know, I just don't want him anymore.
