My Husband Abandoned Me in a Blizzard to Die for His Lover Chapter 1

Avery's company was having a team-building cycling trip where family members could join. She brought along her childhood friend.

Her business partner couldn't stand it anymore and secretly sent me photos.

The homewrecker was brazenly hugging and kissing my wife in public.

As the cycling conditions became more extreme, we found ourselves trapped in a blizzard with thick fog.

Avery kicked me away despite my severe injuries, hugging her childhood friend as they fled the mountain.

Leaving me alone in the extreme conditions, she coldly said, "You chose to come here yourself."

I was a mess, crawling on the ground, enduring pain and hypothermia, breaking down and begging for help.

"Don't leave me behind. I promise I won't interfere with you and Jasper anymore!" My breath no longer came out hot, and my vision was gradually blurring.

As my body heat faded away, I used my last ounce of strength to grab the hem of Avery's clothes.

I looked at the shapely woman before me, my wife, who impatiently crouched down and shook off my hand.

"You chose to come along yourself. Why are you acting so weak now?"

She grudgingly pointed towards the direction of the mountain base: "It's just this short distance. Can't you make it?"

Beside her, her childhood friend Jasper's cries suddenly stopped.

Avery ran over to check on him in a panic: "Baby, baby, wake up. It's dangerous to fall asleep here."

I couldn't make a sound, only able to claw at the mud inch by inch, begging her to take pity on me.

I didn't want to die here. I still had dreams, things I hadn't finished.

Avery said she didn't want children, but I had already started the adoption process.

I had originally planned to show Avery photos of the child I had chosen after this cycling trip was over.

I had originally wanted to tell her that we shouldn't argue about past issues anymore, that we were about to welcome a third member to our family.

But now my palms were covered in wounds, with no blood left to flow.

I struggled to breathe out my last breath, knowing it was useless, still futilely grasping at thin air.

I still wanted a future with Avery.

But what was left for me was the sight of Avery hugging her childhood friend as they walked down the mountain, two figures clinging tightly together for survival.

The phone in my pocket suddenly rang. Fighting through the pain of my gradually stiffening body, I reached out to answer it.

My already stiff arm broke as I finally picked up the phone.

"Help..."

Yesterday, when I received photos from a stranger, I was still in the recording studio laying down tracks.

The photos showed my wife and her childhood friend being intimate.

Swallowing my humiliation, I trailed at the end of the cycling group, watching them flirt in front of me.

This mountain range was dangerous for cycling, with frequent extreme weather. I was worried about Avery's safety.

But my fears came true: torrential rain, gale-force winds, hail, and thick fog all hit at once.

At the back of the group, I endured many times more suffering than the others.

The people in front escaped death by the skin of their teeth, but Death had grabbed my ankle and was dragging me back.

Once, we took a bus along the coast. She frowned when she noticed the sea breeze made me cold, closing the window for me and warming my hands with her breath.

Now, in the silent mountain forest, I lay on the muddy ground, allowing wind and rain to erode my body as I died without a sound.

At the foot of the mountain, several tents had been set up. People were struggling to find firewood to light a campfire for warmth.

Jasper used the campfire to light a cigarette for Avery, then obediently lay in her arms.

I sat high atop a tent, looking towards where my body lay.

Fierce winds whipped up layers of dark clouds that tumbled and rolled. I couldn't feel the cold at all.

The mountain base was so far from me, yet Avery had abandoned me, who had rushed here ill-prepared.

With her actions, Avery had shattered the beautiful memories of us that remained in my heart.