After my seventy-year-old husband, Chu Mingchen, passed away,
he left half his estate to our son and the other half to his first love.
I had cared for him for most of my life and loved him for just as long, yet all I got was, “You’re a virtuous woman.”
My heart went completely cold, and I fainted with rage.
When I opened my eyes again, Chu Mingchen was standing in front of me in a groom’s suit, his brows full of coldness and impatience.
“Shen Han, the wedding is about to begin. What are you thinking about?”
I took a deep breath, picked up the champagne beside me, and splashed it over Chu Mingchen’s head.
“I’m thinking about how to call off this wedding.”
