My life is ending, and my aloof CEO wife is taking revenge on me.

Chapter 54 The Diary in the Photo Album

After Song Yafei left, my body was already completely exhausted.

Unable to loosen her grip on her abdomen, she collapsed onto the small dining table, causing the food bowl to fall to the floor and spill onto the bed.

a mess!

"Mr. Zhang!"

Hearing the commotion, the nurse rushed in and found me extremely weak.

The nurse immediately called the doctor in as well.

The doctors and nurses were scrambling to get me ready, giving me painkillers, nutritional supplements, and other medications.

It took about half an hour for my condition to gradually improve.

I never imagined my birthday this year would end under such circumstances.

That's really impressive.

The next morning, I dragged my sick body downstairs to complete the discharge procedures.

The nurses and doctors tried their best to persuade him.

But this still didn't change my mind. It wasn't that I didn't want to continue treatment, but that I couldn't go against Song Yafei's wishes.

Sometimes I think it's ridiculous. Right now, I'm just a puppet, a toy that can be manipulated at will.

But I had no choice.

When I arrived at the hospital entrance, I hailed a car and went straight back to the villa.

As soon as I entered, someone came out to greet me; Aunt Lin was back.

When Aunt Lin saw me, her face was full of disbelief. "Sir, how did you get so thin? You're so skinny you look unrecognizable!"

"What exactly happened to you?"

After we got married, Aunt Lin took care of us and was always very kind to me.

Moreover, Aunt Lin can be said to be the only person who witnessed my love for Song Yafei.

I just smiled at Aunt Lin's concern. "I was sick recently and lost some weight, but it's nothing. I'll recover in a while."

Thinness is just the least noticeable symptom of stomach cancer; more often, it manifests as unbearable suffering that is difficult to share with others.

It's better not to say anything!

Although Aunt Lin understood, her eyes were full of heartache. "You're not just sick, you've had a serious illness. You've lost more than just 10 or 20 pounds!"

Aunt Lin made way for me and let me in before heading to the kitchen.

As she walked toward the kitchen, she told me, "I just made some soup for you, Madam. You're so thin, you should drink some to help you recover."

"This soup was made according to the recipe you gave me. Why don't you try it and see if it tastes the same?"

Speaking of recipes, I'm reminded of my photo album and the diary inside it.

Two days ago, Aunt Lin suddenly called me and said that Song Yafei wanted to eat the crab roe noodles that I used to give her.

Aunt Lin tried to make it several times, but she couldn't get it to taste the same.

Finally, Aunt Lin had no choice but to call me.

Song Yafei has always been picky about things.

Over the past few years, thanks to my influence, their tastes have become increasingly discerning. Perhaps it's just that they've gotten used to the food.

I told Aunt Lin where the recipe book was kept; at the time, I had forgotten about the diary.

The diary records the details of my marriage to Song Yafei.

The paper is filled with my expectations for life and my affirmation of our relationship.

However, the content became increasingly negative until it stopped six months ago.

The diary is kept in the photo album.

I held onto a sliver of hope that Song Yafei wouldn't see this.

Aunt Lin ladled a bowl of soup and brought it to me, smiling as she said, "Your recipe really works!"

"You don't know, a while ago my wife barely opened her mouth, she would only eat a couple of bites and then put it down. But since I started cooking with your recipes, she's been eating at least an extra bowl of rice every day."

is it?

Is it because of pregnancy that I have a poor appetite?

But it really surprised me.

Because several years ago, she had already given the food I cooked to Yu Chengliang.

Moreover, she has always looked down on the dishes I cook.

I took two sips of the soup Aunt Lin brought and put it down; my stomach was really uncomfortable.

When the topic of recipes came up, I asked Aunt Lin, "Where did you put the photo album when you got the recipes?"

Aunt Lin replied while wiping the table, "You mean the album with the recipes? It's in your room."

“When I got the recipe that day, your wife saw it and looked at it. It should be there now. I think I saw it on your dressing table this morning.”

My wishful thinking was shattered in an instant.

I don't know if she saw it or if she just left it there, since she's never really liked my things.

Aunt Lin turned and went to the kitchen, and I went upstairs to my room.

Pushing open the door, the interior furnishings were still the same as before, seemingly unchanged.

I haven't been here for a long time.

Sure enough, I found the photo album on the dressing table; it was still there, perfectly intact.

All I could do was pray that Song Yafei hadn't seen it.

Otherwise, after she finds out from my diary that I once had deep feelings for him, how will she laugh at me?

I opened the photo album, and just by opening the first page, the diary was right there in front of me.

My heart skipped a beat.

The diary's position in the photo album has changed.

I don't know if Aunt Lin accidentally moved it, or if Song Yafei had already seen it.

However, I think the latter possibility is still relatively high.

Just as I was feeling uneasy, I received a call from Song Yafei.

I hesitated, but ultimately had no choice but to answer her call.

As soon as the call connected, she launched into a barrage of questions.

"Where have you been? Who gave you permission to be discharged?"

I didn't want to delve into whether there was even a hint of concern in her questioning, and simply replied, "I'm at home."

Perhaps the answer surprised her, because she paused for a moment on the other end of the phone.

She replied coldly a little later, "I have a social engagement today, I'll be home later."

Is it for socializing?

Whether it was a genuine social engagement or a date with Yu Chengliang, I no longer care.

Since divorce is not an option, the only solution is to lock them up.

Since we can't have our own ideas, we can only obey.

Do I have any other choice? I can only accept it.

Before I could react, Song Yafei hung up the phone.

I didn't have any particular emotions; I just put away my diary and photo album together.

I just don't want her to know. Even if she does see it, it doesn't matter, since it's all in the past anyway.

I felt very tired, and I hadn't done anything, but I just felt weak in waves.

I sat on the sofa for a long time, like a puppet, only rolling my eyes left and right, my mind completely blank.

I don't know how much time passed before I fell asleep.

In this place filled with familiar smells, I seemed to sleep very peacefully, without a single distracting thought.

When I woke up again, I was still sitting on the sofa, in the same position.

The difference was that the room was dark, while a faint moonlight emanated from outside.

I seemed to hear another person sighing.

I casually turned on the lamp on the cabinet, only to find Song Yafei sitting on the bed with her eyes open, which startled me.

Because of the lighting, she raised her hand to shield her eyes.

I discovered that the photo album I had put away had been taken out again and put back on the dressing table.

Only Song Yafei would do such a thing. I'm very curious about her purpose in doing so.

She followed my gaze to the photo album and asked me without any hesitation.

"Is what's written in the diary true? Are your feelings for me really that deep?"