Fu Jinyan and I have been married for three years, and I am his docile wife who comes and goes when he calls.
Today is Fu Jinyan's thirtieth birthday party. I personally organized it. There were many guests, but he was the only one absent.
It was not until halfway through the banquet that he arrived belatedly with Ye Qingqing. She held his arm and looked pale.
"Brother Jinyan, it's all my fault. If I hadn't suddenly felt sick to my heart, you wouldn't have been late."
Ye Qingqing looked at me timidly, with red eyes: "Sister Wen, please don't be angry with your brother, okay?"
My eyes crossed her pitiful face and settled on the necklace around her neck.
It was a carefully designed birthday gift for Fu Jinyan, but it disappeared from my studio last week.
Fu Jinyan followed my gaze and frowned slightly, as if he was scolding me for making a fuss.
He spoke with his usual cold voice: "It's just a necklace. If Qingqing likes it, give it to her."
I stood there feeling like a complete joke.
Purpose: The best ex should be completely dead. Don't lie about your body.