On our third wedding anniversary, I went home early to surprise my husband.
When I opened the door, I saw him and my best friend making love on the wedding bed.
He protected the mistress and sneered: "A yellow-faced woman like you who only knows how to cook should get out long ago."
I calmly signed the divorce agreement and took away the last investment money before marriage.
Five years later, my couture dress brand took the fashion world by storm.
>For the wedding of the century, my ex-husband and his mistress invited me to design the bride's wedding dress with a large sum of money.
During the measurement, I pinched the fat around the mistress's waist and chuckled: "Remember to remind the bride to tighten her belly, the 74cm waist is a bit tight."
My ex-husband looked livid under the flash, but I turned around and walked towards the elevator.
The moment the door opened, the man I invested in to save the company stopped me: "Mr. Su, the acquisition is ready."
He shook the diamond ring on his ring finger: "Now, do you want to meet a real partner?"
