“Let’s get divorced. She’s back.” The man’s long, slender hand offered her a divorce agreement.
Song Wanqing signed it with a heart full of pain. At the last moment, still unwilling to give up, she asked, “Was I really just a stand-in?”
The man’s restrained Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. Then he replied coolly with a single word: “Yes.”
Song Wanqing left, taking everything that belonged to her.
Years later, the man was invited to a wedding. To his astonishment, the bride was his ex-wife, and the groom looked exactly like him.
That day, he cornered the bride in her wedding dress in the changing room and asked hoarsely, “So I was the stand-in all along, wasn’t I?”
Song Wanqing’s gaze was cool. She answered with a single word: “Yes.”
The changing-room door was yanked open. A man who looked just like him stood there in an expensive suit, his presence imposing and his expression cold. “What, thinking of stealing the bride? I’m not dead yet.”
