Abandoned for His First Love, Why Should I Cry?

On a rain-soaked night, my wife threw me from the car—all to ensure her first love would win the city's piano competition. I clung desperately to the door, begging her to stop, but she accelerated, dragging my body across the asphalt for ten brutal meters. Flesh torn, bones shattered, rain mixing with blood—the physical agony was nothing compared to the betrayal ripping through my heart. As consciousness slipped away, I finally let go. She probably assumed I'd die there in the gutter. But this coma awakened the memories I'd lost five years ago. The truth hit like lightning: I'm not Yun Si'an.…