Secret Relationship
What to Do If My Husband Loses His Memory on Our Divorce Day?
The man who had been sleeping in a separate room from me for the past six months was standing there with a pillow in his arms when I blocked him at the top of the stairs.
“The two of us together aren’t even fifty yet. We’re at the age when we should be all over each other. Is sleeping in separate rooms normal?”
He frowned at me, staring so hard that cold sweat prickled down my spine.
At last, he nodded. “Mm. It isn’t very normal.” Emboldened, I snatched the pillow out of his arms and grumbled, “You never used to be like this.”
“What did I use to be like?”
“You used to hold me every night when we slept, and before bed you’d call me your little baby.”
“…Did I?”
“You did!”
Look at me. Do these look like the eyes of a liar?
Winter in the Northern City
On the day of Zhou Huaian’s engagement, a reporter held up a microphone and asked for my thoughts.
He was a man of high standing, a true blue-blood from the Imperial Wall Base in Jingcheng.
During the eight years I spent with him, no one ever approved of us.
Every time his mother saw me, she referred to me as nothing more than an “actress.”
His circle of friends would advise him behind my back, “She’s just a minor star. It’s fine to keep her around for fun.”
And Zhou Huaian? He would toy with his lighter and joke, “What are you worried about? It’s not like I’d ever marry her.”
I looked into the camera and said slowly, “Though we aren’t close, this is good news. I wish him a happy engagement.”
The video went viral online. Zhou Huaian boarded his private jet and flew through the night from Jingcheng to Shanghai.
