On a snowy night, I knelt outside Jiang Lin's door, but he didn't say a word.
Three years of love in our marriage had turned into a joke the moment his beloved first love returned.
I begged him desperately to change his mind. All I got was a divorce letter.
I fainted on his doorstep, and he didn't even glance at me.
Think I was going to burst into tears?
Wrong. I took the money and went to France to study.
By the time I returned, I was a sought-after, renowned designer.
People had to book appointments just to see me, and handsome admirers were always around.
That pitiful first love of his turned out to be nothing but a pretty face with no brains.
And his own child was calling someone else Daddy.
He went mad.
I laughed.
Jiang Lin, who do you think you are?
You threw me away. Even if you kneel, you can forget about getting me back.
