Surrounded by a sea of water, cold and piercing like knives entering her body, dancing demons seemed to welcome the spirits returning home late.
Wen Jia didnt know how she managed to walk away with a forced calmness; all she could hear was the sound of her teeth clenching, reminding herself not to cry, to hold her back straight, and to walk out of the sight of that despicable couple with her head held high and a smile on her face.
Sitting in the car, Wen Jia didnt know where to go, only that she needed to leave, to escape the scene that filled her with disgust and anger, yet left her feeling powerless and pale. Her mind was filled with the arrogant face and the indifferent disregard of Yan Zixun.
The roar of the cars engine was like a bomb, blasting away all her restraint. Resentment and hatred instantly incinerated all her self-control.
The car vented its fury on the Binhe Avenue, then plunged into the river...
"Why did you have to treat me this way?"
"Why be so cruel?"
"Why, after giving everything, did I end up with such an outcome?"
For... what... reason...
This years Thanksgiving slapped Wen Jia unexpectedly with a mocking manner, a brutally straightforward slap in the face that was too soap-operatic. If life could be reviewed, Wen Jia would definitely give it the harshest.
Just now, Yan Zixun, Wen Jias husband, had his arm looped by a youthful and beautiful long-haired girl, her face full of hyaluronic acid, exuding arrogance and provocation.
She seemed to want to hang onto Yan Zixun, and the man in disguise did not refuse or stop her.
She said: "Auntie, look, this is the diamond ring Zixun bought for me." She raised her hand and shook the large diamond on her ring finger, the pigeons egg-sized sparkle seeming to mock the oblivious housewife.
That young vermilion lips: "Weve been together for five years now."
The delicate hands caressing the not yet swollen belly said: "Look, we have a baby too, he must be as handsome and cute as Zixun."
The mocking eyes said: "Old lady, you lost, he is going to divorce you, he is mine now. Hurry up and pack your things and make room for me."
The man beside her looked like he was constipated, in pain yet indifferent. Ha ha, this is the man she had lived with for over a decade, the man who seemed nearly perfect in everyones eyes. Flies dont bite eggs without a crack; life eventually tears off every hypocritical mask, sooner or later.
Middle-aged Wen Jia, like thousands of ordinary housewives, toiled over the three meals of her husband and children. After sending her husband and children off in the morning, she would tidy up the house, chat with her best friends, or visit art exhibitions by herself. Since marrying Yan Zixun, she gave up her job to focus entirely on the home. Her circle was not big, confined to her own castle. Many said this was a sign of a midlife crisis.
The world is too small, so small that you can meet with a turn; the world is too big, so big that there is no way to retreat.
Goodbye, if there is an afterlife, I will not repeat the same mistakes.
"Xiaojia, Xiaojia, wake up..." Groggy, Wen Jia heard someone calling her, the voice urgent and familiar. She opened her eyes and was stunned for a moment. Rubbing her eyes and looking around, she saw the adobe house of her memory. Wen Zhi, her older brother by one year, still in his teenage form, was holding her arm at the moment.
Could this be a VIP treatment for newcomers, to see family members and have a reunion meal before drinking the soup of forgetfulness? The king of hell is quite considerate of the peoples feelings.