Book Synopsis
When my stomach pain struck, my husband abandoned me on a deserted road in the dead of night. It was all because his childhood friend called, saying she had cut her hand while cooking.
I begged him to take me to the hospital first, but he coldly pulled me out of the car and left me with a curt "Take a taxi yourself." Then he drove off into the night.
By the time a kind stranger brought me to the hospital, I had already fainted from the pain. I spent several days in the hospital, trying to reach my husband with dozens of calls, all of which he ignored.
Then I saw his childhood friend update her social media: "It's so nice to have someone care when you're hurt." The picture showed my husband's long fingers, adorned with our wedding ring, gently applying ointment to her minor scrape—barely noticeable unless you looked closely.
After I recovered and was discharged from the hospital, I planned a trip to Beijing with my best friend. Just when I hadn’t heard from my husband for a week and a half, he suddenly started calling me frantically.
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