Her Birthday Gift Is My Funeral

On my husband's childhood sweetheart's birthday, the gift he gave her was my corpse.

When they were children, they were separated for many years because of my husband's negligence.

It wasn't until they met again years later, and he looked at her face, which resembled mine by seventy percent, that I finally understood.

The husband I thought loved me deeply had only ever loved my face.

On the childhood sweetheart's first birthday after she came back, my husband stood before me with a cold expression.

"Xue'er says she has no friends and wants you to keep her company. Make sure you play with her."

His childhood sweetheart broke my hand. As I lay on the floor, crying and wailing, my husband merely said,

"It's only a broken hand. As long as Xue'er is happy."

His childhood sweetheart slashed my face, splitting the flesh and leaving me covered in blood. My husband only frowned.

"Looks like Xue'er is still angry with me for finding a replacement."

His childhood sweetheart stuffed me into a gift box as her birthday present to herself. My husband only gazed at her adoringly.

"As long as Xue'er is happy. Her birthday is the most important thing."

But he didn't know that I, inside the gift box,

was already a corpse.