Chen La and I dated for eight years and were married for three.
She helped her first love secure his position at the company and silence every critic, yet told me to swallow my anger and stop making a fuss.
When I helped a coworker handle a work issue, she threw a file in my face and left me disfigured.
Later, I went to the factory and was caught up in a disturbance where I was nearly taken hostage. I helplessly turned to her for help.
But she was busy preparing a promotion gift for her first love.
After I asked for a divorce, she fell to her knees as if she'd lost her soul, begging me not to leave. She even arranged a press conference to make a public spectacle of me.
Eleven years of devotion finally earned me a place by her side, but I don't want it anymore.
