She died tragically at her engagement banquet, and was reborn to marry the heir of the Beijing elite

Fu Yanchen and Shen Mengxia's married life has fallen into darkness.

His guilt and self-blame towards Shen Mengxia were like heavy shackles, tormenting his heart every minute and every second.

In his daily life, Fu Yanchen was always running away from the cruel truth—the miscarriage.

He dared not look into Shen Mengxia's eyes, which still held traces of sadness. Every time he did, it felt as if countless needles were piercing his heart.

That evening, Fu Yanchen and Shen Mengxia argued again about the miscarriage.

"Xiaxia, I know I was wrong. I live with guilt every day. Why can't you let me catch my breath?" Fu Yanchen's voice carried a hint of suppressed anger.

Shen Mengxia sneered, "You're taking a breath? What about our child's life? Are you just going to let it go so easily?"

Fu Yanchen's face instantly turned bright red. "Didn't I say I would make it up to you? I know this is my fault, and I'm already in so much pain. Why are you still holding onto this?"

"Make amends? How can you make amends? Can the child come back? You dragged me from the clouds of happiness to this endless abyss of pain, and you just say 'make amends' and that's it?" Tears welled up in Shen Mengxia's eyes.

Fu Yanchen's head began to buzz, his eyes were bloodshot, and bipolar disorder was rampaging through his body like an enraged beast. "I don't want to hear this anymore, stop talking!" he roared.

However, Shen Mengxia seemed not to hear him and continued to sob, "You promised us a future, you promised to take good care of me and the child, but now? Nothing is left."

Fu Yanchen felt his rationality crumbling little by little, his hands waving in the air as if trying to grab something.

Suddenly, his gaze fell on a decorative item next to him.

In that instant, only one thought remained in his mind: to stop it all.

His hand unconsciously reached for the ornament, then he suddenly turned around and swung it at Shen Mengxia.

Shen Mengxia's eyes widened in disbelief; she hadn't expected Fu Yanchen to lay a hand on her.

"Why did you hit me?" Shen Mengxia's voice trembled.

After Fu Yanchen finished hitting, he seemed to suddenly wake up. His hand stopped in mid-air, staring at his swollen fist, his mind blank.

His eyes were filled with fear and despair. "Xiaxia, I...I didn't mean to, I...my illness..."

Shen Mengxia covered her slapped face, tears mixed with anger and sadness, and she felt an unprecedented despair.

The husband she once loved deeply, the man who promised to protect her, has now repeatedly hurt her.

Fu Yanchen slumped to the ground, clutching his hair repeatedly. "I was wrong, Xiaxia, I was really wrong. My bipolar disorder is out of control again, what should I do?"

A somber atmosphere permeated the room; the once loving and warm home was now filled with despair and devastation.

Fu Yanchen knew that this time, his actions had once again deeply hurt Shen Mengxia, and their relationship could never go back to what it was before.

He didn't know how to make up for his mistakes, or how to regain Shen Mengxia's trust. All he knew was that he had fallen into endless darkness.

The next day, Fu Yanchen gently placed a document on Shen Mengxia's bedside table and left a note: I don't want to hurt you anymore, let's get a divorce!