After seven years of marriage, my husband and I lived separately for two years.
He doesn't cook my favorite chili chicken, doesn't remember my peanut allergy, and doesn't hold my wrist when I fall asleep.
Everyone said that Yan Chen only changed after the car accident.
But I checked for three months and finally confirmed: the man who shared my bed with me for three years and shared a room with me for two years was not my husband at all.
The day I submitted the divorce agreement, the real Yan Chen knocked on the door.
He said: "Qiao Songan, he is not your husband."
"I am."
