Chapter 1

A class reunion ends in disaster when a tunnel collapses.

My husband and I, along with his pure love Serena, are trapped beneath concrete slabs.

To protect his pure love, my rescuer husband chooses to lift the slab from Serena's side.

He says, "Serena is an actress. She can't become disabled."

The slab comes down, crushing my leg.

He forgets I have a blood clotting disorder.

Without my leg, I'll die too...

1

The class reunion had just ended when the villa serving as the venue suddenly collapsed.

Serena and I found ourselves trapped beneath a massive concrete slab.

Serena's legs were pinned down by steel rods, while my own legs were crushed, causing unbearable pain.

In this critical moment, Mr. Shaw arrived just in time with the rescue team.

His subordinate, caught in a dilemma, asked:

"Chief, your wife's condition doesn't look good. Should we carry her out first?"

Without a word, Mr. Shaw grabbed his tools and began prying up the slab from Serena's side.

"Serena is an actress. If her legs are broken, her career is over."

His attitude was ice-cold, as if I were a complete stranger.

Fighting through the pain, I pleaded tearfully:

"Mr. Shaw, you know I have a congenital blood clotting disorder. If you keep prying, my legs will break too, and I'll die from blood loss!"

Even at this moment, I naively hoped for a shred of compassion from my husband.

Even if there was no love, hadn't we spent seven years together?

But the only response I got was the excruciating pain of my leg bones slowly being crushed by the slab.

Without anesthesia, the agony of bones breaking felt like being repeatedly tortured.

My blood soaked the ground beneath me, mingling with my tears.I stifled an agonized scream, nearly blacking out from the pain. Through the haze, I heard Mr. Shaw's cruel words:

"Scarlett, I can only save one of you for now. You'll have to endure."

I gave up struggling, my shattered heart dying completely.

The searing pain of flesh and bone separating in my leg was nothing compared to the devastation in my soul.

Seven years. Even a dog would form an attachment after being cared for that long.

So why was Mr. Shaw, a living, breathing human, always so cold-blooded and heartless?

As they lifted me into the ambulance, I was nearly drowning in my own blood.

Through blurred vision, I saw Serena throw herself into Mr. Shaw's arms, sobbing that she was scared.

As Mr. Shaw carried her to the vehicle, I closed my eyes for the last time.

I felt myself grow weightless, my spirit drifting out of the ambulance.

Then I floated into Mr. Shaw's car.

Serena huddled pitifully in Mr. Shaw's embrace:

"Soren, is my leg broken? Will I still be able to act?"

Her slight wince was enough to make the usually cold Mr. Shaw melt with concern, reassuring her:

"With me here, your leg will be fine. There now, sleep a bit and the pain will fade."Watching them embrace, my heart felt like it was being torn apart.

For seven years, Mr. Shaw had never spoken a single kind word to me.

I always consoled myself, thinking he was just naturally cold. That is, until last year when Serena returned to the country. He got drunk and accidentally let slip:

"Scarlett, I should've never married you. Serena's the only one I've ever had eyes for in this life."

"I didn't have a choice before, but now I regret it."

Seven years ago, Mr. Shaw's father was imprisoned, and his mother fell seriously ill.

He tried borrowing money everywhere but was turned away. With no other options, he thought of me.

The day before our graduation dance, he cornered me at the bottom of the dorm building, hugging me with a dejected look:

"Scarlett, do you like me?"

My crush was an open secret, but when the object of my affection asked me directly, I was at a loss for words, too nervous to speak.

Mr. Shaw held me tighter, his voice choked with emotion:

"Will you marry me if I borrow three hundred thousand from you?"

Three hundred thousand wasn't much for my family. Faced with Mr. Shaw's reddened eyes, I nodded tremblingly.

I truly liked Mr. Shaw. To be with him, I was willing to give anything.

Mr.Shaw kept his word. After his mother's surgery was successful, he went with me to get our marriage license.

I guess he truly didn't love me.

On our wedding night, he faced away from me, clutching Serena's photo and staying awake all night.

I once thought we could grow to love each other over time, but who knew he would come to hate me more and more.

When a blind person regains their sight, the first thing they do is throw away their cane.

Once Mr. Shaw established himself in this city, I became a witness to his humiliating past.

As he climbed the ladder of success, I became like a festering sore beneath his polished exterior, constantly reminding him of his former struggles and hardships.

He hated me, just as he hated his former desperate self who could only sell his dignity.

Now that I'm dead, I suppose he can finally breathe a sigh of relief.