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As Shen Mengyao stormed into the emergency room in her high heels, I was applying artificial blood to the corner of my mouth.
"Gu Han will be here soon," Cheng Mu said, his eyes red as he tucked the blanket around me. "Do you really want to..."
Before he could finish, hurried footsteps echoed down the corridor.
I bit down hard on the blood packet hidden under my tongue, letting the crimson liquid stain my collar.
Shen Mengyao immediately threw herself into Gu Han's arms, crying out, "She's just pretending! That blood must be fake!"
Gu Han stood three steps away, his suit damp with night dew. He fixed his gaze on the wildly fluctuating waves of the ECG monitor and suddenly sneered, "Are you done with your act?"
I coughed violently, choking on the last half packet of blood that spilled into my palm.
The alarm blared suddenly, and Cheng Mu frantically pressed the call button. "Prepare the defibrillator! The patient's heart has stopped!"
Three days later, Gu Han received a call from the police station.
The forensic room was as cold as an ice cellar. As the white cloth was lifted, he stumbled against the autopsy table.
The face that resembled mine was pale as paper, and a gruesome surgical scar at the collarbone still oozed blood—left from when I had shielded him from a car accident years ago.
"The deceased is Lin Weiwei. Please sign after confirming her identity," the officer said as he handed over the documents.
The forensic examiner pushed the sealed bag across the table, and the metal tray emitted a harsh scraping sound.
The wedding ring glimmered with a cold blue hue under the light, its inner engraving "Han & Wei 1314" stained dark with blood. The pregnancy test slip beneath it bore a date that made Gu Han's pupils contract sharply—it was our third anniversary.
That day, he had messaged me saying he was on a last-minute business trip, yet half of a cufflink appeared in the background of Shen Mengyao's livestream.
"DNA comparison confirms that the embryo is related to Mr. Gu," the forensic examiner's words cut through the frozen silence like a dull knife.
Cheng Mu slammed his fist into Gu Han's face, his roar echoing in the morgue: "She held onto that pregnancy test slip until her death! The child is yours! It’s yours!"
Shen Mengyao stepped closer to Gu Han, gently embracing him and softly comforting him, "Gu Han, don’t be sad. Lin Weiwei didn’t love you; she doesn’t deserve your love. You still have me; I will always be by your side..."
Gu Han remained silent, kneeling on the floor, trembling as he traced the faded ring mark on the "corpse's" ring finger.
*
After learning about my "funeral" arrangements, Shen Mengyao sneaked in, intending to set fire to the body and erase my existence from this world completely.
However, Shen Mengyao never anticipated that Cheng Mu had already taken precautions and stationed people nearby to patrol.
As soon as Shen Mengyao approached, she was discovered.
Cheng Mu's men captured Shen Mengyao, and Cheng Mu slapped her hard several times.
“Shen Mengyao, you are truly insane!” Cheng Mu looked at Shen Mengyao, his eyes filled with disgust and contempt. “Lin Weiwei is already dead. Why do you still insist on tormenting her?”
Shen Mengyao laughed maniacally, “Hahaha… So what if Lin Weiwei is dead? Gu Han's heart will always belong to her! As long as Lin Weiwei exists in any form, I will never be able to have Gu Han!”
Cheng Mu shook his head and chose not to engage with Shen Mengyao any further, simply instructing others to throw her out.
Gu Han was devastated.
In the days that followed, he began to drown his sorrows in alcohol, drifting through each day without purpose or motivation for work.
As a result, Gu Group suffered a significant decline.
While sorting through my belongings, Gu Han discovered a deeply hidden diary. Within its pages were recorded every joy and sorrow I experienced during our three years of marriage because of him.
There was also a letter I had written to the child who would never be born. Gu Han opened it, and after reading, he buried his face in his hands and wept, fragile like a child.
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