The Diary

Zhang Yang unhooked the leather bound diary and opened it.

"Smaug, my one true love. When I heard about your passing, I was left alone, heartbroken. I wanted to end my life. I want to be with you! Please forgive me, my love! I’m still carrying your child. Until he grows up to be a fine man like you, I shall take my leave and meet you!"

On the very first page of the diary, Zhang Yang could already feel the unrequited love between a wife and her husband. How could a woman like her be a shameless whore?!

Zhang Yang flipped over and read more. The next six pages were of Liya lamenting of a husband who she clearly loved. But at the seventh page, the contents had changed.