Complex Family Relationships
Wrong Love
On the day the divorce was finalized, I booked a high-speed rail ticket back to my hometown. A phone, an ID card, and a bank card with a meager balance were all I had left.
When the butler called to say the young master was crying for his mother, I finally understood that the son I had borne and his father loved the same woman.
Before the train left, I made one last promise: I would never disturb him again.
I Faked My Death to Escape My Husband
During the first year of our marriage, at my birthday banquet, a songstress appeared wearing a silk dress identical to mine.
My husband’s expression turned ice-cold. “Someone, strip that dress off her.”
He was clearly defending my honor, yet I felt not a single spark of warmth in my heart.
For I knew that he was also the man who had once spent a fortune on that very songstress and made a pact to elope with her.
