Summary
On our wedding day, Jiang Huai vanished with the money my mother had made from selling her home.
All he left on the giant screen was a message in blood-red letters: “Your mother broke up my parents’ marriage and destroyed my family, so now we’re even.”
Seven months pregnant, I began hemorrhaging on the spot.
When we called the police to find him, we discovered that both our marriage certificate and his identity were fake.
“Jiang Huai” had disappeared into the crowd for good.
I barely survived, only to return to university and find that someone had reported me for promiscuity.
Denied my graduation certificate, I left in disgrace, the biggest joke of my graduating class.
Eight years later, I ran into Jiang Huai at an airport.
He held his wealthy fiancée in his arms, smiling tenderly, while I walked past with my eight-year-old son.
Our eyes met, and we passed each other without a word.