Time Will Heal All Wounds

　　It\'s so hot. 　　Zoey Fu imagined that she had been thrown into magma. Her body felt alien to her. She looked at the stranger in front of her, and began to panic. 　　\"Stop! Stop, don’t, don’t c-c-come ne-near me...\" 　　\"Baby, don\'t be afraid, you look so beautiful, I will be very gentle.\" The man had a lewd look on his face. 　　Zoey screamed, but she couldn\'t muster enough strength to resist him, and the man easily tore her skirt off. She fell straight to the bed. 　　The man grabbed her legs and wrapped them around his waist. He lay on top of her and began kissing her. 　　Bang! The door flew open. 　　It was her husband, Jerome. He was still dressed for work, in a crisp black coat and dress shoes. His handsome face was frosty. 　　\"J-J-Jerome, help, help me,\" Zoey said, as she reached out to him. She was sweating profusely. 　　The man was frightened and rolled down from the bed.\" Mr. Fu, it\'s not what you see. This woman s

　　\"Zoey, I’m just trying to help you! What are you talking about?” Xyrille\'s chest heaved violently and looked at Jerome with tears. \"Jerome, you know that I have been sincere to Buddha for many years, and even ants were reluctant to trample on me!” Turning back to her friend, “Zoey, you and I grew up together. I just wanted to protect you. How could you accuse me of this?\" 　　The Fu and An families have always been friendly with each other. Xyrille has been weak and kind since she was a child. She even donates blood and is active in charities. 　　\"Don\'t worry,” Jerome thought. “I won\'t let my cheating, whoring wife accuse you.\" Suddenly, he walked towards the man and towered over him. \"What\'s the most sensitive part of her body? How many birthmarks does she have? Say it! Say it and I\'ll give you a million!\" 　　The man curled up, spit out a mouthful of blood, but also stammered out the answer. 　　\"The most sensitive part of her body is her earlobe.

　　Zoey has known Jerome for so many years. She knew him well. If he thinks that this child was fathered by another man, he will force her to abort it. Though she was fearful, she tried her best to be calm. 　　She softened her voice and said cautiously, \"Just a month ago, on your birthday. You were drunk.\" 　　Jerome\'s eyebrows frowned and recalled his birthday, which he had spent in a Karaoke bar with his friends. He got so drunk that his friends had taken him to rest in a small hotel room nearby. 　　That night, he did have a relationship with a woman. But that woman was Xyrille, and not Zoey, he was sure of it. 　　It was not Zoey. The more he thought about it, the more furious Jerome was. \"I never touched you! Not there, not anywhere else! Even if I was dead drunk, I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t touch you with a 10-foot pole!\" 　　\"We really did it that night.\" She looked at him. \"You were drunk. It was your friend who asked me to pick you up. As soon a

　　Outside the hospital, it was pouring even harder than last night. This time there was no wind, just a deluge of water falling from the sky. 　　Zoey was sheltering in a corner by the exit, waiting for the rain to pass so she could grab a ride. Her small hand caressed her abdomen, and her face was full of tenderness. She whispered in a low voice. \"It’s just the two of us from now on.\" 　　Though tears fell from her eyes, her mind had become a little bit clearer. 　　Jerome drove away with Xyrille. Xyrille happily looked at the man beside her. From now on, he was hers. She had spent so much time plotting this, and she was relieved that her efforts had finally borne fruit. She was now the winner, and her friend had lost. 　　Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a lone woman standing near the exit. In the rain, she seemed lost and lonely. Xyrille almost felt sorry for the woman, but froze when she realized it was Zoey. She was caressing her abdomen. 　　The he

　　Xyrille\'s jaw was agape, then her eyes were suddenly full of concern. \"Zoey, what happened? How… why are you dressed like that? Where have you been recently? I\'ve been looking for you for so long!\" 　　\"Enough!” She shrieked. “Stop acting!\" 　　After three months of darkness, it took a while before her eyes could adjust to the sunlight. Outside, the brightness was blinding, but she managed to walk and find them in this dress shop. 　　It took every ounce of self-control she had to keep from pouncing at Xyrille. She wanted to slap her and tear her hair out. Instead she turned to Jerome. “The baby in her stomach is not yours! I heard her men talking about it, they said her baby was fathered by another man.” 　　“And also she set me up so you would catch me in bed with another man!” 　　“She had me kidnapped! Don’t marry her, she\'s a liar!\" On and on she went, raging and ranting. 　　Even as Xyrille\'s heart thumped wildly, she managed to shed a tea