I married a man three years my senior, and everyone said he was head over heels for me.
But not long after our wedding, he cheated.
He smoked, he drank, he got into fights, and he even kissed other women right in front of my face.
He did everything I hated most.
Duan Yi took a drag from his cigarette, looking down at me through hooded eyes. “What? Regretting it now?” Clutching the divorce papers in my hand, I took the glowing, red-hot cherry of his cigarette and ground it hard into his palm.
“Duan Yi, you ruined me. You should have died back when you loved me most.”
Duan Yi acted as if he had just heard the funniest joke in the world, his shoulders shaking with laughter. “That actually hurts.”