Ten Years of Hollow Love: No Toast to Our Reunion

The day I caught my wife cheating with my best friend, I climbed onto a rooftop. I was already suffering from severe depression.

Song Yan wept with remorse and slashed his own face with a knife. Then he left the country.

To reassure me, Fu Ruowei fitted herself with a tracking device and handed over her phone whenever she came home.

Even if she went out for five minutes, she would video-call to tell me where she was.

Then she became pregnant for the second time. I went to the hospital to register for her prenatal care—and received a video call from myself, ten years in the future.

The man on the screen was so gaunt he looked like a ghost.

I trembled. “Am I still not better?”

His eyes reddened, and he abruptly turned the camera around.

Fu Ruowei stood behind my best friend. Her gaze held a love she was struggling desperately to contain.

“You made me be a good wife. I did it,” she said. “But I will never bear his child. That’s his punishment for making you ruin your face.”

“Fu Ruowei, stop this madness!”

Song Yan shouted at her, tears streaming down his face.

I went deathly pale. In my ear, the man on the phone laughed wildly.

“Go ask the nurse. Find out just how stupid you’ve been.”

No sooner had he spoken than the nurse said, puzzled, “Mr. Shen, our system lists you as unmarried. The woman you mentioned, Fu Ruowei, registered here last year. Her spouse is Song Yan.”