Mr. Huo, Spend the Rest of Your Life on Your Own

Three years into our marriage, my husband’s childhood sweetheart returned from overseas. He left her, who was so deeply in love with him, behind and went to the airport alone, all because his family had sent her abroad because of me.

A love sparked by a glance in their youth, a marriage forged out of gratitude: he was ashamed of it and hadn’t set foot in their marital home for two years.

Wen Yu struggled to hold on. When he finally turned back because of her steadfast devotion, she thought he had at last been moved by her love…

They had been secretly married for three years. She tried desperately to conceive, and just as she decided to let go of the marriage, a child came along. But the man she loved had a child with his childhood sweetheart.

Her husband looked down at her, holding his childhood sweetheart in his arms with tender affection. “Lanlan is carrying my child.”

She cast aside the deep devotion she’d shown before and shed the label of Mrs. Huo that had been forced upon her.

So much for young love. Her heart was completely dead, and she decided to start a new life.

Later, she learned that the game of strategy they played when they met again years later had been carefully arranged for her by a powerful man in the capital, who only wanted her to come to him willingly.

When everything was finally settled, the ex-husband who had once been loved by her wept until his eyes were red. He knelt at her engagement banquet with the powerful man and begged her to take him back. “Wife, I know I was wrong. Could you please not marry him? Let’s start over…”