When Gu Juan came back, I had already smashed everything in the house.

The servant, scared, hid in the yard and called Gu Juan, "Sir, Madam has gone crazy again."

The house was too big, and I was exhausted, sitting on the carpet.

Gu Juan walked in, dressed in a suit, and looked down at me condescendingly.

Seeing that I didn't speak, he unbuttoned his shirt and casually threw his jacket onto a pile of glass.

"What's wrong again?"

His voice was tired and impatient.

I grabbed a half-broken vase next to me and threw it at Gu Juan.

He seemed prepared and easily dodged it.

But my action still angered him. He grabbed me, dragged me into the bathroom.

"Look at you now, exactly like a lunatic."

I followed his gaze and saw my torn pajamas with several cuts that I hadn't noticed.

Lipstick smeared on my face, dark circles under my eyes, and my disheveled hair made me look like a female ghost.

I didn't want to see myself in this state, but Gu Juan didn't allow it. He grabbed my chin and forced me to look at my terrible reflection in the mirror.

"Do you know how shameful you are? Have you ever thought about my feelings? Coming home every day to face a lunatic, always being on guard, worrying that she might pick up an ashtray and smash it on my head."

The scar on his forehead has faded a lot, but it's still visible.

I caused that.

Why did I hit him again?

I thought for a long time.

Then I remembered, he and that female secretary had a child.

I turned to him and asked, "Was Zhao Qiqi's child aborted?"

His eyelashes trembled slightly, and he nodded, "Yes, it was aborted."

Four years ago, he answered me the same way.

But who was the little boy he was holding at the hospital entrance today?

That child called him "Daddy"!