He agreed at once and hurried off with her on his arm.
I watched their silhouettes fade, feeling something inside my chest shatter piece by piece.
For three years of marriage, every meal at home was cooked by my father and me.
Even when we had a fever or were burning up, he never stepped into the kitchen.
Yet now he was willing to cook porridge for another woman.
I let out a bitter laugh. It felt like a knife had cut me open.
Before getting into the car, Heidi suddenly turned back. Her face was filled with kindness and fragile innocence.
“Do not dirty your hands because of disgusting people. Heaven always has justice.”
The bystanders were instantly moved to tears.
Someone even spat on me a few times.
More people cursed while walking away.
I straightened myself, every wound on my body burning with pain.
But when I thought of my father, I gritted my teeth and rushed back to the hospital.
People pointed at me everywhere I passed.
That was when I realized the court video had already gone viral online.
Heidi had become the delicate angel millions wanted to protect, while my father and I were cursed as parasites, villains, and swindlers.