I Can't Forget You - Chapter 3
Chapter 3
Inside the password-protected folder was a dashcam video, a transfer agreement, and an audio recording.
The video was shaky, but the man in the driver’s seat was clearly visible.
It was He Lin.
A few years younger than he was now, He Lin was reeking of alcohol. His face was deathly pale after hitting someone, and he kept muttering, “I didn’t mean to, I didn’t mean to…”
Then the camera panned, and the person standing outside the car became Zhou Jibai.
The transfer agreement laid everything out in black and white.
Four hundred thousand yuan, deposited into my mother’s surgery account.
The condition: Zhou Jibai would take the blame for the accident.
The recording was a phone call between He Lin and a middleman.
“He’ll agree to it,” He Lin’s voice was clear and cold. “Poor people will do anything for money. Besides, I’m saving his girlfriend’s mother. He should be grateful.”
As I finished listening to that recording, my stomach churned, and I nearly threw up.
It turned out that the deep affection I thought I had experienced all these years was nothing more than a calculated hunt built upon my most painful past.
He knew exactly where my wounds were, so he could precisely position himself as my “savior.”
But the person who truly pulled me out of the abyss had always been Zhou Jibai.
And I had personally spent all those years hating him.
A knock came from the door.
“Zhiwei, are you ready? The ceremony starts in fifteen minutes,” He Lin’s voice called out, as gentle as ever.
I looked up and stared at myself in the mirror.
White veil, red lips, and bloodshot eyes-I looked like someone who had just woken up from a dream.
I unplugged the USB drive, tucked it into my clutch, and pulled the door open.
He Lin stood at the door in a custom-tailored suit, looking handsome and refined, holding a bouquet of white eustomas.
“Why have you been crying?” He reached out to touch me.
I stepped aside to avoid him.
His hand froze for a split second before he quickly smiled as if nothing had happened. “Are you just too nervous? Don’t be afraid, I’m here.”
*I’m here.*
For seven years, that was his favorite thing to say to me.
But now, it only made me feel sick.
“He Lin,” I stared at him and asked softly, “do you still remember Zhou Jibai?”
The smile on his face finally cracked.
Five minutes before the wedding began, I had someone hand over the playback permissions for the main screen to me.
The master of ceremonies was still warming up the crowd on stage, and the guests assumed I was about to play some commemorative video of our romance. Sensing something was wrong, He Lin walked quickly toward me and lowered his voice. “Zhiwei, what are you doing?”
“Giving you a wedding gift,” I said.
He reached out to grab my USB drive, but I stepped back and hit play.
In the next second, the dashcam footage filled the entire banquet hall.
The guests fell silent at first, followed by an immediate uproar.
The face in the video belonged to He Lin, and it was so clear there was no room for denial.
He Lin’s face went pale instantly, and he lunged forward to shut down the equipment. Prepared for this, I dodged him, and the audio recording from my phone was already being broadcasted simultaneously.
“Poor people will do anything for money.”
“Besides, I’m saving his girlfriend’s mother.”
“He should be grateful.”
Every word was like a slap, striking him hard across the face.
People began raising their phones to film, while others whispered fervently. He Lin’s parents stood up, their faces ashen, and rushed toward the stage to turn off the screen.
Yet, I felt an unprecedented sense of calm.
“He Lin,” I said into the microphone, looking at the man I had almost married. “You said you loved me.”
“But your so-called love was an opportunity bought by having another man go to prison and die in your place. You stepped on my wounds to walk toward me, one step at a time.”
“How are you even worthy of the word ‘love’?”
He Lin’s expression finally collapsed completely.
He rushed over, his voice turning vicious. “Shen Zhiwei, are you crazy?”
“Yes, I’m crazy,” I stared at him. “I was crazy enough that I almost destroyed someone for a second time.”
Outside the hotel, the sound of sirens approached from the distance.
Before coming here, I had already packaged all the materials and sent them to the police and the media.
He Lin was being taken away, staring at me fixedly with a coldness and malice I had never seen before.
And as I stood on the wedding stage, I only felt as if a large piece of my chest had been hollowed out. The wind whistled through the gap, cold and aching.
I had finally spoken a word of justice for Zhou Jibai.
But it was already too late.
