On the second anniversary of my marriage alliance with Fu Yanxun, I received his divorce papers and a plane ticket to the UK.
He said, "Sign them. I'll let you go find him."
Suddenly, a furious barrage of comments appeared before my eyes.
[Don't sign! How can the male lead compare to the second male lead? He's been getting played for thirty years, and he'll give you his heart, then his money.]
[Why do you keep stealing the female lead's role when you're just a supporting female character?]
[The female lead became the male lead's stand-in because she was poor. You're a rich, beautiful, beloved white-moonlight character with a devoted husband. Why are you interested in a man like that?]
[Your husband looks cold and indifferent as he asks for a divorce, but tonight he'll be sobbing under the covers like a foldable phone...]
I looked at my husband across from me, who seemed barely alive.
I raised an eyebrow. "Who taught you to talk like that?"
