When the doctor told me I would never be able to have children, I found a pregnancy test with two lines in my husband’s pocket. I didn’t make a scene. I secretly followed him, wanting to find out what kind of woman had changed his heart. But when I saw her, I felt as if I’d fallen into an icy abyss. The woman who had bullied me until I lost my uterus was carrying my husband’s child. That night, I went home and burned everything that belonged to him, leaving only the voice recorder in the corner. I released the button, and the bright, carefree voice of a seventeen-year-old boy rang out. “I swear I’ll love Ye Xinyun for the rest of my life!” I pressed the record button and said, word by word, “Liang Ruibai, we’re over!” The next second, the recorder suddenly began playing on its own. “Who are you? Why are you saying things like that into my recorder?” Caught up in my emotions, I immediately replied, “I’m Ye Xinyun, because Liang Ruibai doesn’t love me at all!”
