
During my husband's business trip, his 'cousin' messaged about my father's obituary, urging me to be strong for my child. My father was alive, and we were DINK. I found my husband's obituary on WeChat. At the funeral, a woman thanked me for coming as a friend of her husband to mourn her father. I asked where Ethan Shaw was. A child called 'Mommy' from behind her. This funeral, born from a lie, is the beginning. I will reclaim my life.