Even in the most luxurious VIP ward, the sound of the rain tapping incessantly could still be heard, each drop echoing in Mason's heart. He opened his phone's album, looking at the picture of Zoe lying on the pillow.

Lisa's words started to resonate.

"Mason, think back to the first month of your marriage. Didn't you come home every night? Do you dare say that you weren't addicted?"

Mason couldn't deny it.

This photo was the best evidence of his indulgence.

For three years of marriage, he despised Zoe, yet was addicted to her body. It was he who tormented Zoe for three years. It was him.

Outside, the rain continued to fall gently. Mason began to get dressed…

…

On a rainy night, a black Rolls-Royce pulled into the mansion. When the car stopped, the windshield wipers kept swaying, and the golden goddess emblem on the front of the car, standing proudly in the rain, seemed to be weeping.

Mason sat in the driver's seat. In a white shirt that stood out in the dark night, there was