Chapter 1

My husband Anderson's mistress Rachel waited for him for eight years, but he kept putting off divorcing me.

Rachel finally couldn't take it anymore. She hastily found a boyfriend and declared she was getting married.

When Anderson found out, he drank himself into a gastric hemorrhage at a bar. Grabbing my hand, he said:

"I've wronged Rachel."

Rachel deliberately chose my and Anderson's wedding anniversary to get married.

She wanted to show me that she wasn't the loser in this fight.

And I'd been waiting a long time for this day too.

I sent the video of her and Anderson's intimate moments to her future husband.

Then I asked Anderson for a divorce.

This was our eighth wedding anniversary.

He and Rachel had been entangled for eight years too.

I was thirty-five this year. Rachel was thirty now.

Neither of us was young anymore.

I no longer shared daily observations with Anderson, didn't get jealous, didn't check up on him.

I'd become exactly what he wanted to see.

But Anderson fell more and more in love with me, even planning out where we'd be buried together after death.

On our eighth anniversary, I prepared a table full of dishes.

I called Anderson, but he didn't pick up.

I stubbornly called again and again.

I had my eye on a large penthouse in the city center. On such a special day, it would be easiest to persuade Anderson to pay for it.

Usually I didn't care where he was living it up, but today he had to show up.

"Alice, Anderson's in the hospital with a gastric hemorrhage. Get here quick!"

On the phone was Anderson's friend Bob's anxious voice.

I calmly finished the dinner I'd prepared and replied, "Okay."

On the way, I received a message from Rachel.

[See? Even though I'm getting married, he still thinks about me. I deliberately ruined your anniversary]

[If I'm miserable, you should be too]

[You used your dead child to morally blackmail Anderson, forcing him back to the family. You should have expected this day. When you wake up at midnight, do you ever think of that poor child?]

I closed my eyes as my heart clenched painfully.

Soon, I'd be able to avenge my child.