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I swung the kitchen knife decisively towards Chen Qingzhang.
"I want you dead!"
He barely had time to react, raising his arm just in time for the knife to come crashing down on it. It sliced open a gash, blood immediately gushing out and staining his sleeve crimson.
“Hu Dongli, you’ve gone mad!” Wen Huaxiang screamed from the side, her voice filled with terror.
My mind was blank; all I could think about was killing this bastard. I raised the knife again and struck at Chen Qingzhang with all my might. He staggered back a few steps before collapsing to the ground, rolling around and groaning in agony.
“Help! Someone’s been killed!” Wen Huaxiang cried out hysterically, turning to flee.
Trying to escape?
I lunged at Wen Huaxiang, grabbing her long hair with one hand and pulling her back towards me. For the first time in seventeen years, I laid my hands on her. The woman I had loved for seventeen years—my heart had once been filled with love for her, but now it was filled with hatred.
Hatred to the bone!
“Why? Why are you doing this to me?”
“For seventeen years, what have I done to wrong you?”
I yanked her hair, pulling her face closer as I shouted, my voice hoarse and unrecognizable. “You still want to harm me? You’re more vicious than Pan Jinlian!”
Wen Huaxiang looked at the knife in my hand with fear. “Dong Li, you’re drunk! I didn’t poison you, I swear…”
Her words couldn’t stop the knife from falling. It struck her neck, leaving a bloody mark. She let out a heart-wrenching scream and fell to her knees, clutching her throat.
I stood there, staring at the blood on my hands and clothes, suddenly feeling a bit more awake.
Then, a wave of intense dizziness hit me.
In my dazed state, I wondered if it was truly just my own drunkenness, compounded by the resentment and suspicion in my heart, that had led me to the illusion of being poisoned.
No!
At this moment, it was too late for regrets; I had already made an irreparable mistake.
So I would go along with it.
The villagers were startled by the screams and rushed over to check.
They saw the bloodstains on the ground and the injured.
"Call 110!" "Quick, get an ambulance!"
I knew it was over for me.
With heavy steps, I walked back into the house and aimed a kitchen knife at my neck.
"If living is this painful, then let it all end." I murmured to myself.
I pressed the blade against my neck and made several deep cuts.
The pain was excruciating as I lay on the bed waiting to die.
Not long after, the police arrived and pulled me from the pool of blood, placing cold handcuffs on me.
"Hu Dongli, you are under arrest for suspected murder."
Thus, a farcical saga that had lasted 17 years came to a bloody conclusion.
I sat in the cold cell, reflecting on those unbearable memories.
Wen Huaxiang and Chen Qingzhang both survived, but their injuries were severe and required long-term treatment.
As for me, I would spend most of my remaining life here.
I often wondered if my life would have been completely different had I not crossed that threshold, had I not fallen in love with a married woman.
If I had not been so easily satisfied with an unnamed role, would I have avoided such an ending?
This also led me to deeply reflect on the abnormal relationships in the village.
In that isolated little mountain village, people turned a blind eye to "one woman serving two husbands," even considering it commonplace, ultimately leading to tragedy.
I heard that Wen Huaxiang and Chen Qingzhang have already moved away, and Gui Lao San has been sentenced for illegal possession of firearms. The villagers shake their heads and sigh whenever they mention this matter.
"Such a pity," one says.
"A woman has brought ruin to three men."
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