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Mom was cheating on you. When I was home at Christmas, I caught her with a guy. Some guy, it could be anybody. He had his hand on her ass. I was gonna call and tell you everything. Then the accident happened and... you didn't even suspect, right? You disgusted me too, you're always so busy. My daughter told me everything. My wife has betrayed me for a long time. And I actually know nothing. All these years, I only knew about work. Leaving early and returning late. I always thought they would understand. But they kept blaming me. I had a secret plan in my mind. Once it was done, I would resign. I want to make up for all the time I've lost to them. They don't know. My father left me an island. As long as I sell it, I'll be a billionaire. I have fantasized countless times that our family can finally be together. Then, my wife had an accident. She became a vegetative patient. Guilt engulfed me like a tsunami. I stayed by her bedside day and night, pray, beg, even if it's just a miracle. But the doctor said she would never wake up again. I told my daughter the news. I thought we would embrace and cry together. But her reaction was completely wrong. I kept pushing them. She finally told the truth. Things about her mother. My world shattered in that instant. I rushed to find my wife's best friend. I just want to know who that person is. Who is he? Does she love him? She refused to say anything, even if it meant death. I told her that Elizabeth was dying. She broke down on the spot, crying uncontrollably. Then, she started blaming me. Blame everything on me. Does she love him How can you ask about him when she gonna die Who cares Yes she loves him Loved him whenever She was crazy about him She was gonna ask you for a divorce This woman told me who he is. I turned and left. His whole body scattered. Her boyfriend chased after her. He saw me like that. He said the name. My daughter took me to the house where they used to meet. Empty. Nothing at all. Just as we were about to leave, suddenly the daughter pointed to a billboard. His phone number was on it. I called, pretending to buy that house. I found out he was vacationing on the island. I flew over with my daughter. I asked all the locals. No one has ever seen him. I was about to give up. Early the next morning, I ran by the seaside. He was right there. I quietly followed him back to his vacation cabin. I didn't rush up. I just sat on a nearby beach, waiting. Then, his wife came out of the house. I walked over and started chatting with her. I said my wife had an accident. Just as I was about to tell the whole truth, her daughter ran over and interrupted us. I swallowed back. That afternoon, I found Spear. I heard some things that sent chills down my spine about that island. Spear is the real force behind that potential buyer. Brian Spear. You don't know him? I thought you'd known him. He's a realtor out by here. This cannot be a coincidence. That night, I took my daughter for a walk passing by his vacation home. His wife warmly welcomed us inside. I confronted Spear face to face about the deal on that island. He completely denied it. Before he left, I gave him the address of the hospital. I let him see Elizabeth one last time. We waited for several days. He never showed up until his wife pushed open the door to the hospital room.