kvmb Chapter 753: The End of My Husband
Chapter 753: The End of My Husband
Jiang Ciyou's husband, a man who was once high-spirited and unscrupulous for the sake of profit, is now curled up in a dark and damp rental house on the edge of the city. The house is filled with a stale and moldy smell, and the water stains on the wall are like hideous ghost faces, as if laughing at his current desolation. The only dim light bulb is shaking above his head, casting his lonely and desolate shadow.
From the moment he learned that the assassination attempt had failed and the police began a full investigation into him, his world completely collapsed. He once had a powerful business reputation and was surrounded by all kinds of dignitaries. Those flattering smiles seemed to be still before his eyes, but in the blink of an eye, everything was gone. Those so-called friends, as soon as they smelled danger, distanced themselves from him as if they were avoiding the plague. The once intimate greetings on the other end of the phone were now only busy tones; the once warm greetings in social occasions were now only cold passing by.
His business empire, the commercial empire he had built with countless efforts, was now crumbling at a visible speed. Partners were withdrawing their capital one after another, and bank loan repayment notices were coming in like snowflakes, piling up on his desk, which was once magnificent but now cluttered with clutter. The company's employees also left one after another, and in the end, only an empty office was left, echoing with his lonely footsteps. Behind each closed door, there was once his ambition and aspiration, but now there was only dead silence.
Late at night, he lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep. Memories of the past came flooding in like a tide, completely drowning him. He remembered the beginning of his acquaintance with Jiang Ciyou. At that time, she was innocent and kind, with a vision of the future in her eyes. He was moved by that beauty and made a vow to each other. The sweet scene of the newlyweds was still vivid in his mind. Jiang Ciyou's shy smile and gentle eyes were like the sharpest blade, piercing his heart fiercely at this moment. But he was still blinded by desire after all. For the sake of temporary interests, he chose to elope with the mistress and shattered this happiness with his own hands.
Regret, like a ferocious beast, was tearing at his heart. He regretted his stupidity, why he was blinded by money and vanity and gave up the woman who truly loved him. If time could go back, he would be willing to pay any price, go back to the past, hold Jiang Ciyou's hand tightly, and never let go. However, there is no if in fate, and now he can only taste the consequences alone in this dark abyss.
In order to avoid the police, he lived in hiding. During the day, he dared not go out easily. He could only look at the prosperous world outside through the gap in the curtains, with a heart full of sadness. Occasionally, when he went out to buy some daily necessities, he had to disguise himself, wearing a hat and sunglasses, and lowering the brim of his hat, for fear of being recognized. Every stranger who passed by was like a lurking policeman, making his heart rise to his throat instantly. Once, at a convenience store on the corner of the street, he was so scared that he broke out in a cold sweat just because the cashier looked at him a little more. He hurriedly paid the money and fled.
At night, the silence around him frightened him even more. Rats scurried around in the corners, and cockroaches crawled past his feet from time to time, but he had no intention of driving them away. In the darkness, he seemed to hear the approaching footsteps of the police, and every slight sound would make him jump. He often woke up from nightmares, in which Jiang Ciyou and Lu Jingchen stood in the sun, smiling happily, while he was swallowed by endless darkness, and no matter how hard he struggled, he could not escape.
The physical exhaustion and mental torture made him quickly become haggard. His originally upright figure became hunched, his face was thin, his eye sockets were deep, his eyes were bloodshot, and his hair became messy and greasy. He flipped through the few remaining photos of him and Jiang Ciyou on his phone, his fingers gently stroking her face on the screen, tears silently falling. In the photos, they were smiling brightly, and he could never have imagined that he would end up in such a miserable way.
With nowhere else to turn, he tried to contact some old acquaintances, hoping to get some help, even if it was just temporary shelter. He called a business partner who used to be a close friend. When the call was connected, his voice trembled a little: "Brother, I'm in trouble now, can you help me..." Before he could finish his words, the other party interrupted impatiently: "You caused this yourself, don't let me get involved, I advise you to turn yourself in!" After that, he hung up the phone. At that moment, his heart was completely cold. It turned out that in the face of interests, the so-called brotherhood was so vulnerable.
Once again, he secretly returned to his former home, the place full of their memories. Standing outside the door, looking at the familiar door, he hesitated for a long time, but in the end he did not have the courage to knock on the door. Through the window, he saw that the furnishings in the house were still the same, but without their laughter and joy. He sat down on the steps at the door, holding his head in his hands, and tears burst out again. Every blade of grass and every tree here carried his past, but now, he has become an exile and can never go back.
The police's pursuit net was getting tighter and tighter, and he could feel that his free time was running out. From time to time, he could see wanted posters with his photo on the street bulletin boards. Passersby occasionally stopped to look and pointed at him, and their gazes pierced him like needles. He knew that he had nowhere to escape.
On a stormy night, he walked alone on the street. The rain soaked his whole body, but he was unaware of it. Lightning flashed across the night sky, illuminating his desperate face. He looked at the dark sky, and a sense of determination surged in his heart. He came to the river in the city, looking at the rushing water, and his footsteps moved forward slowly. The splashes of the river water hit his face, freezing cold, but not even one ten-thousandth of the coldness in his heart.
He thought of Jiang Ciyou's gentleness and Lu Jingchen's determination, things that he once disdained but now longed for. He knew that his life had been ruined by his own hands and there was no turning back. Before taking that last step, countless images flashed through his mind, including the beauty of the past and the subsequent decadence, which eventually turned into endless regret. With a sound of falling into the water, his figure disappeared in the dark river, leaving only the wind and rain still raging, as if telling the story of his absurd and tragic life.
Jiang Ciyou and Lu Jingchen know nothing about this. They are moving towards a new life. The haze of the past is gradually dissipating, and the dawn of the future is shining brightly ahead. They use love and courage to write their own legends and bid farewell to this dark past. Jiang Ciyou's husband, who once tried to destroy the happiness of others, ended his sinful life in such a decisive way, becoming a warning story in people's mouths, reminding the world not to be blinded by desire and cherish the happiness in front of them.