When I was six months pregnant, my husband Chen Xiang came home drunk and picked up a stool and threw it at my stomach. My fetal position was unstable and I suffered from domestic violence for a long time. I suffered massive bleeding and died on the operating table. Not only did Chen Xiang not repent, but when faced with the accusations from my family, he yelled, "I've already seen a fortune teller. It's a girl, so what if I die if I can't give birth to a son?" Her mother threatened that all my assets would be used to pay for Chen Xiang's mental damages, while my parents cried themselves to death in the hospital. When I opened my eyes, I went back to the time before I was pregnant. I looked coldly at the man and my mother-in-law who pretended to be gentle and considerate. In this life, I want them to kill each other, and life would be worse than death!
