On New Year’s Eve, my son was kidnapped by my husband’s sworn enemy and had bombs strapped all over him. Before they killed him, I called my husband in desperation, begging him to bring the ransom. “Wanqing, don’t panic. I’m coming right now! You and our son just wait for me!” But from that moment on, my husband disappeared without a trace. Watching my little boy’s body lying in a pool of blood, I tremblingly called my husband again, my voice desperate and pleading. “Please, come save our son…” When he finally answered, his voice was impatient. “Lin Wanqing, I’m discussing an important deal. Stop using our son as an excuse to fight for my attention.” In the background, I heard glasses clinking and a woman laughing coyly. The instant the call ended, the bomb was triggered.
