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In the evening,my husband came back.
His face was flushed,and he was holding a bottle of wine in his hand.
He collapsed onto the sofa,hugging our daughter's plush doll and crying like a child.
I had never seen him like this before,and I hated my mother-in-law even more in my heart.
In order to make him more comfortable,when I was taking off his coat,something suddenly fell out of his pocket.
When I opened it,I was stunned.
There were several photos of a bloody car accident,which made people feel physically uncomfortable just looking at them.
I forced myself to hold back my trembling body and didn't wake my husband up.
I took out one of the photos.
The next day,I spent the last of my private money and hired a private detective.
The result shocked me greatly.
