Love given in vain, no turning back

After the car accident, with a fractured wrist and bleeding knees, I sat by the curb and waited fifteen minutes for Frank Zhuang.

When he finally arrived, his first words were not of concern, but an accusation—asking why I hadn’t called him first.

The very next second, he rushed toward another woman. He personally massaged her foot and bought her flat shoes, abandoning me, covered in injuries, right by the side of the road.

My heart went completely cold, and I resolved to leave the husband with whom I had weathered years of hardship.