My husband cheated on a beautiful young woman. She laughed at me for being a hen that couldn't lay eggs. On the surface, my husband loved me dearly and taught me a lesson for my mistress. But behind his back, he told the mistress not to care about a lunatic like me. I didn't know if he loved me or not until I bumped into him paying homage to his deceased wife. It turned out that I was the clone he used to commemorate his deceased wife. The moment I learned the truth, I chose to self-destruct...
