On the day of our arranged marriage, Gu Yanche leaned close and sneered, “Remember, you’ll never measure up to Wanwan.”
> Later, when his first love returned from abroad, he personally made me drink an abortion potion. “Wanwan can’t be a concubine.”
> The day I died, he was using my family’s secrets to win her favor.
> When I opened my eyes again, I was back in the water. Unlike in my previous life, when I thrashed desperately, this time I suddenly stopped struggling.
> As the water flooded my nose, I saw Gu Yanche’s panicked face.
> Later, I smiled and slid the divorce papers toward him. “Sign here, Mr. Gu.”
> He dropped to his knees on the broken glass, eyes red. “Please, just look at me one more time...”
> I stepped over the back of his hand and smiled. “Too late, Mr. Gu. Your one true love is still in prison waiting for you.”
