"I am his wife! That woman must die. I told him I was going to kill her, and he returned my fury with a fatal blow. I was dying on the ground, but he did not care. He turned away from me and swiftly left. He did not want me anymore, really. He did not intend to save me. I had just escaped from a living hell, yet he chose to attack me and send me back there."
Feeling guilty, Yan Chen hugged her tightly, with tears dripping on her forehead. "I am sorry. He is a bastard! He is a useless piece of junk!"
"He found another woman and no longer wanted me around," Lan Waihu murmured.
"No, it has always been you! There is no one else. It is all my fault." Yan Chen took a look at her flat tummy but dared not ask anything about their child. After going through what she had been through, there was no way the baby would survive.