Wen Wan slit her wrists in the bathtub and wrote on the wall in blood: “Lu Chenzhou, I hate you. But I hate myself more for loving you until the day I die.”
By the time she was found, she had no vital signs. On the bedside table lay a pregnancy test (the original one) and an unsent text draft: “Actually, I didn’t push her that day. The housekeeper has the surveillance footage. The baby was yours. I couldn’t bring myself to end the pregnancy. Goodbye.”
Lu Chenzhou went mad: he took revenge on everyone, himself included.
On his beloved: He exposed every scandal of hers, including her framing, forgery, and bribery, ruining her reputation and eventually driving her to a mental breakdown and a leap from a building. She survived, but was paralyzed for life.
On the housekeeper: He had them sent to prison and sentenced to twenty years.
On his mother: He cut ties with her, leaving her to die alone in a nursing home.
On himself, in his most deranged act:
He gouged out his right eye (“I once turned a blind eye to her”).
He cut off his right ring finger (“The finger that wore our wedding ring doesn’t deserve to exist”).
Confined to a wheelchair, he went to the heroine’s grave every day for the rest of his life and read one page of her journal. When he reached page ninety-nine, he shot himself.
