Goodbye to My One-Sided Love

On my son's birthday, I met bandits in the wild.

When I came to my senses, I called my husband as soon as possible, but he hung up my call directly.

The bandit dragged me out of the car and stabbed me 50 times with a knife.

My neck was almost broken, and my internal organs were scattered all over my body.

They thought that I would die for sure, and they even said their names in front of me.

The group of people then drove away my car. I held my neck with one hand and covered my internal organs with my coat with the other as I climbed onto the road for help.

When I was sent to the hospital, I still could not get through to my husband.

However, I saw a photo of him celebrating our son's birthday with his secretary on his Instagram.

A month later, I proposed a divorce on the day I was discharged from the hospital.

From the moment I was out of danger to the moment I was discharged from the hospital, Sean had not called me for a whole month.

The only message was the interrogation on the day of that incident.

[Just because I didn't answer your call, really? Is there a need to go missing? If you don't come back soon, don't come back forever!]

After that, he blocked my number.

I endured the pain all over my body and opened Instagram to torture myself day after day.

He would post photos of him going to the amusement park with our son and his secretary, Emily, every week.

They were like a real family.

We've been married for six years, but I haven't had the chance to appear on his social media. Now, he easily rewarded it to another woman.

The questions that I had once suspected of stabbed me in the heart, making my heart so broken.

Scar wound covered from my chest to my lower abdomen, and there was no intact skin on my neck.

The physical pain was nothing compared to the pain of being betrayed.

I lay in the hospital and struggled for my life. Yet at home, he took his son to recognize his new mother.

My broken heart gradually sank to the bottom, and I only felt sad for myself.

After I was discharged from the hospital, in order to cover the horrible scar on my neck, I tied a thick scarf on a hot day.

After a month, I finally stood at the door of our house again.

But my fingerprints couldn't open the door no matter how hard I tried. The sound of the door being locked kept ringing in my ears.

I thought that my fingerprints were worn out while struggling, so I tried again and again unwillingly.

Sean did not come back until the lock automatically called the police.

His gaze fell on me, who was squatting helplessly at the door. The anxiety on his face then turned into disgust.

He reached out to open the door and said sarcastically, "You came back so quickly. Why didn't you wait for your son to become an adult before entering the house? Anna, do you still remember that you have a home?"

For a moment, the scar on my neck hurt, and the grievance that I had endured alone for a month spilled out of my chest.

I got up and stared at him with red eyes. "Why didn't you answer my call a month ago? Did you give me a chance to explain? Did you ever worry about me driving alone at night?"

"Or do you think it's better for me to die outside, so as not to delay your and Emily's dates?"

"Right, you have posted so many posts about her. Let's wait for your official announcement, shall we?"

When I asked this question, I could not help but tremble.

Sean changed his shoes and turned to scold me with a gloomy face, "How many times have I told you that Emily is just my secretary? She is capable and excellent. Do you think I will fire her just because you are jealous of her?"

"If you hadn't arrived home on time that day, our son wouldn't have been crying so hard. I coaxed him, so I didn't have time to answer your phone. How dare you get angry with me now?"

The moment I heard this, my eyes widened in disbelief.

Did I manage to escape from hell just to see his cold and ruthless face?

Seeing that I was silent, he continued,

"Let me tell you, if it weren't for Emily, your son would have been sent to the hospital that day!"

The next second, I lost control of my emotions. Tears welled up in my eyes as I roared at him.

"Yes, he's my son. It has nothing to do with you!"

"So don't compete with me after the divorce! My son is mine, and I don't need your help in the future!"

The man in front of me is the man I've loved for six years, but now the only feeling I have left for him is disappointment.