As the Dark Candlelight Fades, Its Radiance Grows Brighter

“A divorce?”

Li Wangshu waited three years for Shen Dongjun, only to get a casual “Let's divorce” in return.

“What a joke! When did I ever marry you?”

Li Wangshu looked at her childhood sweetheart with disgust.

“The late emperor arranged our marriage, but we never became husband and wife. You left to lead the troops three years ago and never sent word. As an unmarried woman, I managed your household all this time. I've done more than enough. Now you've returned in triumph, and you want a divorce. Shen Dongjun, you have no right to cast me aside. I'm the one who's had enough of you!”

Li Wangshu swept away. She hated Shen Dongjun for betraying her, but hated even more that he thought she was a weak woman who depended on men. It was an utter joke. Even alone, she, Li Wangshu, would never put her fate in someone else's hands.