After I Signed the Divorce Papers, the Hong Kong Tycoon Went Crazy

Everyone in Hong Kong's underworld knew that Huo Beichen, the coldhearted crime boss, was addicted to sex, and I was his only "cure."

He kept me trapped at his side.

Then, one day, while dealing with a disturbance, Huo Beichen caught a fleeting glimpse of Qiao Nanzhu through the car window.

The girl was tall, with long hair reaching her waist. She stood in the sunlight, clutching a stack of books, radiating youthful brightness.

For her sake, Huo Beichen swore off other women and started playing at pure, romantic love.

I couldn't accept it and demanded that he cut ties with her.

Without even looking up, Huo Beichen sat in his black suit in the leather chair behind his desk, elegantly polishing his gold-rimmed glasses.

"Divorce me, and the factory at the docks is yours."

I refused, so he kept raising the stakes.

He threw me to his enemies, letting them strap me to an operating table, take one of my kidneys, and break my fingers one by one.

In the end, he even disregarded my parents' lives and set our ancestral home ablaze.

I dropped to my knees and clutched his trouser leg, pleading desperately:

"Please, spare them..."

A deafening crash came from the ancestral home. I watched as the blast tore the bodies of my parents, who had loved me since childhood, to pieces.

When I woke again, I was back on the day Huo Beichen first asked for a divorce.

This time, I signed the papers and left without hesitation. But he panicked...