After I Left This World, My Husband Went Insane

It seemed to start when Xue Mingwei returned to the country.

She began to appear frequently in Xie Rongyu's life.

I grew anxious and insecure, leading to arguments with Xie Rongyu and becoming increasingly neurotic.

Xue Mingwei intentionally provoked me, exploiting the depression that had already left me shattered.

She poured salt on my wounds, fully aware of my illness, yet she intensified her provocations.

She sent photos of her and Xie together in bed, flaunted the diamond ring he gave her, and even called during my worst episodes to boast.

"Your dear Rongyu spent the night at my place last night, " she taunted.

"He said you're not even worth a penny compared to me."

Each word felt like a poisoned dagger stabbing into my heart.

I confided in Xie about my illness, but he dismissed it as me "throwing a tantrum."

When I broke down and threw things, he labeled me "emotionally unstable."

My sleepless nights of agony were brushed off as "overthinking."

In a moment of despair, I picked up a blade and slashed my wrist, feeling utterly detached from life.

Lying in the bathtub, the warm water turned a pale red.

The phone screen remained lit, playing the last voice message from Xue Mingwei aloud: "Rongyu said no one would care if a woman like you died."

Her laughter was like nails on a chalkboard, grating on my nerves.

Staring at the water stains on the ceiling, I hallucinated they resembled a mocking face.

The wound on my wrist was deeper than I anticipated, with blood droplets spreading like dark flowers in the water.

Strangely, I felt no pain, only a sense of release.

The phone vibrated again.

I struggled to lift my eyes and saw it was a photo from Xue Mingwei: Xie was embracing her, whispering something in her ear.

The caption read: "He said even if you were gone, he wouldn't care enough to look back."

My fingers twitched involuntarily, knocking the fruit knife off the edge of the tub.

It clattered to the floor, startling the maid into a scream as she ran out.

As consciousness began to fade, I heard the front door burst open.

When Xie kicked open the bathroom door, his pupils constricted instantly.

The glaring red blood painted a shocking trail across the tiles.

He stumbled, his knees hitting the floor without him noticing, his trembling fingers pressing hard against my bleeding wrist.

"Wake up... Zhi Yuan... look at me!"

His voice was hoarse beyond recognition. "Call an ambulance! Hurry!"

He shouted toward the door, yet his arms gingerly cradled me as if I were his most precious treasure.

In the ambulance, he clutched my hand tightly, refusing to let go even as the doctor attempted to examine my wound.

"Hold on, Zhi Yuan... I beg you... I can't live without you... "