You Didn't Touch Me After 7 Years of Marriage, and You Suffered Again After the Divorce

When I fainted at the door of the Civil Affairs Bureau for the seventh time, I clutched the gastric cancer diagnosis certificate tightly. Gu Chengyan's lawyer sarcastically said: "Ms. Shen, Mr. Gu said that these 15% shares are enough for you to count stars in a nursing home." I smiled and coughed up blood, staining his expensive cufflinks red: "I want 20% of the original shares, otherwise tomorrow's headlines will be about President Gu's cheating on a young model during his marriage." When he grabbed my neck and pressed me against the wall, my wedding ring hurting my collarbone, I whispered: "Every Wednesday at two o'clock in the afternoon, the private elevator code is 0725." The falling pearls were like the jade bracelet his mother broke seven years ago. At that time, I was wearing a rented wedding dress and said "I do", but there was an abortion procedure hidden in my pocket. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.