My Ex-Husband, Erwa

I got a call from my daughter saying her father was dead. He'd died after drinking pesticide. My heart ached, and tears silently fell.

Standing before his grave, I remembered how his family had moved out of the mountains all those years ago. On a rainy day, under his mother's careful scheming, he dragged down my pants in a dark room. A stabbing pain, and I went from an innocent girl to his woman. That was the beginning of a life of suffering.

After one disappointment after another, ten years ago, he and I finally received our divorce judgment, with me paying him 45,000 yuan in compensation. From then on, we became the most familiar strangers.

After the divorce, he never gave our two children a cent for living expenses. Instead, he used that compensation to find one woman after another. Once he had spent all his money, they all cruelly abandoned him. Then he suffered a stroke, and at last, with nowhere else to turn, he took pesticide to his father's grave. His hands trembling, he opened the bottle, tilted back his head, and gulped it down…