I married my husband when he was at his poorest.
In order to pay off the million-dollar loan he owed, I worked two jobs a day, and when I got home, I also worked part-time playing games to make money.
But it wasn't until later that I saw him in the high-end restaurant where I worked, who was supposed to be moving bricks at the construction site.
He was reluctant to buy me a 5.9 Yuan cake scraps, but he drank hundreds of thousands of bottles of wine and spent tens of millions on a female star.
When he mentioned me, his face was full of disdain: "It's just a dog used to stimulate Zhou Tao, and he rushed to marry me. It's so cheap that it makes people sick."
I didn't make any noise, quietly divorced him, and chose a cemetery for myself.
Later, he finally discovered that the Bai Yueguang he had been obsessed with for ten years had always been me.
The female star he held in his hands was nothing but a fake.
He wanted to make amends like crazy.
Little did he know, I was already dead.
