Reborn for Revenge, the Scumbag Pays the Price

The night I married Chen Huaisheng, I had a dream. I was trapped on the operating table and my heart was cut, bleeding profusely. My father knelt at the door and begged me. My husband, who was still passionately in love with me yesterday, was hugging another woman and looking at me with a cold expression. Others turned their heads tenderly and said, "Ying'er, you will get better after she dies. I was left alone lying on the cold operating table, listening to my father's humble pleading outside the house, and died in pain. Two years later, Zhao Ying married Chen Huaisheng as she wished. And I had already died that day.