On our wedding night, my best friend's younger brother wiped the water from his head and asked me, "It's a little big. Can you handle it?"
I stared at his six-pack, my mind going completely blank. "What?"
He repeated, "Can you?"
I was so startled my voice went up an octave. "Weren't we supposed to take it slow? Isn't this a bit too fast?"
That night, the motion-sensor lights in the house flickered on and off until morning.
Meanwhile, my ex was crouched downstairs with eyes swollen from crying, and I didn't even look at him again.
It was all because when Cheng Mochuan found out I'd agreed to his fake marriage with his childhood sweetheart, he assumed our cold war was over.
He called me and said:
"Weiwei and I are only getting married on paper. We're just holding a ceremony to make Mom happy."
"I promise that once this is over, I'll settle down and live a good life with you."
I said nothing. I just watched the countdown on my phone, calculating how many days remained before I could leave this place for good.
He didn't know that from the moment he tricked me into signing the divorce papers, our marriage had already ceased to exist.
