On the 63rd day after the birth of the child, I found a strange house key in my husband Gu Yanchuan's coat.
I followed the address and found a house only twenty minutes away from home.
There are traces of women's lives there, including children's bicycles and pink rain boots.
In the evening, Gu Yanchuan drove here.
He opened the side door with his key.
A little girl about five years old ran out and hugged him:
"Dad, why did you come?"
But Gu Yanchuan told me——
The child is not his.
The house doesn't belong to him either.
I thought I was discovering another of my husband's marriages.
Until a strange woman came to me and asked:
"Shen Zhixia, do you really not remember anything?"
Old photos from seven years ago.
A car accident.
A dead woman.
A company that suddenly appeared.
And an old cell phone that my husband never let me know about.
The more I checked, the more I realized that everyone seemed to be hiding the same thing.
And what they're really afraid of is what I know,
Maybe it's not Gu Yanchuan's past.
But mine.
This is the story of a woman searching for the truth about marriage.
It is also the story of her regaining the right to decide her own life.
