His Scar Exposed His Hidden Affair

Three years after overcoming my depression, I applied to join a suicide prevention organization.

On the day my internship was about to end, I received a call from a man:

"Ma'am, I'm getting married tomorrow. But when I think about marrying a woman I don't love, I don't want to live anymore."

I froze. My wedding was tomorrow too.

But I was lucky—my fiancé loved me deeply.

Just as I was about to comfort him, I heard urgent gasping and a woman's scream from the other end.

The call was abruptly disconnected.

My heart tightened.