Past Trauma

At the premiere of the film “Huaian,” director Chen Huaixu said he had spent twelve years preparing for it-a belated promise to someone.

A reporter asked, “Someone very important, right?”

He joked self-deprecatingly, “A liar I’ll never forget.”

Later, my past was completely exposed, and netizens went crazy shipping our expired romance.

He held me, sobbing so hard he could barely speak:

“Qi An, I’ve saved up many millions by now. Would you consider me for a second marriage?”

I was the unloved young lady of the Marquis Mansion.

My father gave me to my elder sister’s fiancé and forced me to bear his child.

I was compelled to write a breakup letter to the man I loved.

“How could a Mountain Village Bumpkin ever be worthy of a lady of my station?”

Later, the bumpkin from that letter had risen to the highest ranks, and he mocked me with disdain,

“And you, an Abandoned Wife – how could you ever be worthy of me?”

After my wife disappeared, I frantically searched everywhere for her. Following a trail of clues, I finally found the Monitor from high school.

The Monitor had once been the top student in our class, with excellent grades, a sunny disposition, and good looks-the kind of child every parent praised, who should have had a bright future. Yet now, in his forties, he had sunk to working at a nightclub in his hometown.

I paid a hefty sum to meet him, hoping to learn the truth.

But sometimes, when you part the mist and see the stars, it isn’t necessarily a good thing.

I suddenly received a text message during a date: “The other woman will die tonight.”

I didn’t take it seriously, since I wasn’t the other woman anyway.

But that night, while I was making out with my boyfriend, there was a sudden knock on the door outside.

“Honey, I’m home.”