When the car crash happened, Dashiell instinctively held me tight in his arms.
Afterward, I was unscathed, but he was rushed to the ICU, fighting for his life for nearly five hours before being transferred to a regular ward.
Friends who came to visit couldn't help but admire and sigh, "As expected of the poster boy for doting wife, he'd risk his life to protect you. Serenity, you're so lucky!"
"Please tell me which direction I should pray to be blessed with such a handsome, wealthy, and devoted man."
I forced a smile, remaining silent.
Because they didn't know that their so-called doting husband, Dashiell, had already found a new flame outside our marriage.
On the eve of the accident, he was entangled with that young, beautiful intern in the underground parking garage, taking her again and again.
His eyes held a joy I hadn't seen in a long time.
And I, without fuss or fight, quietly planned a car accident.
Originally, I was supposed to "die" in this crash...