On the day of the divorce, everyone laughed at my embarrassing exit, even my husband looked on coldly.
I put away my three-year infatuation and turned around and left. From then on, he was just a passerby and the wealthy family was an old dream.
But no one knew that the uncle in the family who was always cold to me blocked me in a corner late one night.
His fingertips wiped the tears from the corners of my eyes, and his voice was low and hoarse: "Now, it's my turn."
In the past, he was aloof and treated me like dust; now he bends down for me, even to the point of making the entire family an enemy.
But I just want to chuckle:
"Uncle, you seem to have come too late for this game."
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
