For three years of marriage, he never once set foot in my courtyard.
On the night of the palace banquet, he pinned me against a wall, drunk, and murmured, “You smell... so good.”
My heart nearly stopped.
But the next second, with his lips at my ear, he called me by my older sister’s childhood name.
When he sobered up, he called me by my name for the first time and sent me gifts for the first time.
Everyone thought he wanted to make it up to me.
Only I knew that when he looked at me, he was still seeing someone else.
Later, I was tired of it all and handed him divorce papers.
But with red-rimmed eyes, he tore them to shreds
“Shen Wantang, don’t even think about it.”
