The day my childhood sweetheart and I had our worst fight,
he slapped me for the sake of the young woman he loved.
And I, in a fit of rage, broke three of his ribs.
He screamed that he wanted a divorce, but I refused.
I thought we would keep dragging each other down like this until the day we died.
But reality proved me wrong far too quickly.
Three months later, I fell head over heels for a sweet, innocent younger guy.
He kept chasing me for an official title.
So I had no choice but to pull that familiar number out of my blacklist.
When the call connected, the young woman’s playful voice came from the other end.
“Su Yi, you’re too late. Even if you crawl over like a dog and beg for forgiveness now, Ah Xu won’t spare you a second glance.”
Faced with her provocation, I only said calmly, “Tell Zhou Xu I want a divorce.”
The next second, the phone on the other end seemed to be snatched away. A burst of rustling static followed before Zhou Xu’s voice finally came through, trembling despite his best efforts to restrain it.
He said, “Su Yi, don’t you dare.”
