On Qixi Festival, my daughter, who was born with a heart condition, suddenly collapsed. The doctor said she needed the latest breakthrough medication. I knew my wife worked for a pharmaceutical company and was the person in charge of that very drug. But the voice I heard on the other end of the phone belonged to her childhood sweetheart, and the call was quickly cut off. I desperately called my wife ninety-nine times, but all I got was a busy signal. As I despaired, I watched our daughter’s heartbeat grow weaker on the monitor.
On the hundredth call, my wife finally answered. Tears streamed down my face as I pleaded through choked sobs, “Yun Qingyue, please bring some of that medicine. Our daughter is in critical condition!” But after a long silence, Yun Qingyue hung up.
Moments later, I saw a taunting private message from her childhood sweetheart. She had taken off her wedding ring and was dining with him at the most romantic couples’ restaurant in the city. It turned out that the business trip she’d mentioned was just an excuse to spend Qixi Festival with him. When our daughter needed her mother most, she betrayed her family and chose her childhood sweetheart.
