For three years of marriage to the Buddhist gentleman of the capital's elite, he doted on me in every way, and I joined him in abstaining from meat and praying to Buddha.
We were the model couple everyone envied.
That was until three days ago, when his one true love returned from abroad and made a bet with me.
She claimed she could make my Buddhist husband break his vows for her in just three days.
Day one.
He prepared a whole table of meat dishes for her, tears streaming down his face as he ate and chanted "Amitabha."
Day two.
He lingered at the nightclub for her. Eyes closed, he rolled his prayer beads between his fingers and let the girl writhe wildly on top of him.
Day three.
My husband, who had never once shared a bed with me, spent the entire night passionately entangled with his one true love.
At last, I understood.
He had married me only because he couldn't be with his first love back then.
Everything I had done was nothing but a way of fooling myself into thinking it mattered.
And so,
after three years of loving each other, Gu Huaizhi and I
needed only three days to get divorced.
