You Once Promised Me a Glorious Life

In the fifth year of my marriage to Fu Minglang, he brought home a young woman.

He indulged her as she tore my hairpin apart, threw away our keepsake, and strutted around in front of me.

On the day he married her, he told me, “Song Yihuan, don't make a scene. Let's at least preserve some dignity for each other.”

But later, when I truly stopped arguing and making a fuss, and asked only for a divorce, he refused to let me go no matter what.