At my sister-in-law's coming-of-age ceremony, she thanked me with abortion pills and a divorce agreement.
"A country girl who didn't even finish high school doesn't deserve to give birth to a child of the Song family."
The young woman spoke coldly, having completely forgotten how her brother had once held her in his arms and knelt outside my home in the freezing cold ten years ago.
I turned to look at Song Cheng, who was busy introducing the woman in his arms to everyone.
But I was his only wife.
"Our ten-year agreement has come to an end. It's time for me to leave."
I took the agreement from her, feeling as though a weight had been lifted from my shoulders.
