chapter 4
My parents’ phone messages arrived early the next morning.
My mother said, “It’s not that we’re being heartless by not letting you come home for the New Year. As long as you go and beg Mu Yebai to remarry you, we’ll agree to let you come home for the holiday.”
When I was fighting with Mu Yebai about the divorce, my parents were the first to object.
Because when I was still married to Mu Yebai, even if he didn’t like me, for the sake of that marriage certificate, he would still provide some financial support to my family.
The Mu Family was powerful and wealthy. With just a wave of his hand, Mu Yebai could revive my family’s business from the brink of collapse.
But after I divorced him, we could no longer hold onto that big tree.
So during the divorce cooling-off period, my parents rushed to my apartment countless times, trying to persuade me not to go through with it.
When I wouldn’t budge, my father slapped me and scolded me for not knowing what’s good for me, saying that a divorced woman would never be able to marry again.
But the day before yesterday, I stubbornly went with Mu Yebai to get the divorce certificate.
Just like five years ago when we got our marriage certificate, Mu Yebai made me wait alone at the Civil Affairs Bureau for several hours before he finally showed up, unhurried and indifferent.
When he arrived, he didn’t say a word. After signing the papers, he got into his expensive luxury car and sped away, showing not a trace of emotion.
His car splashed through the puddles on the road, drenching me from head to toe.
I pursed my lips, forcing back the tears that threatened to spill from the corners of my eyes.
Thinking the New Year was approaching, after getting the divorce certificate, I bought some New Year goods and went home.
But I never expected to be turned away at the door.
My parents drove me out.
The look my mother gave me could only be described as harsh.
She said, “You still have the nerve to come back? You know our family can only keep going thanks to business with the Mu Family, and now you’ve divorced him. Are you trying to drive me to my death?”
I lowered my head and looked at the New Year goods scattered all over the ground.
Years of grievance surged in my heart.
Tears streamed down my face as I looked at my biological parents.
“What about me? Haven’t I done enough?”
Ignoring their curses, I turned and left.
In that moment, I was already prepared to end my own life.
I suddenly wondered, if they found out I was gone, would they regret what they did to me?