He gripped her chin and sneered. “Remember, you’re only her shadow.”
Only when news of her death reached him did Fu Chenyuan realize that the soul hidden within that shadow was the one he had always loved.
“Su Wan is dead, Mr. Fu.”
A year later, at the height of Paris Fashion Week, camera flashes followed the rising star designer Elena.
Red-eyed, Fu Chenyuan broke through the bodyguards and dropped to his knees before the cameras of the world.
“I’ll give you my life in exchange. Please… look at me just once more.”
The tip of the woman’s high heel gently lifted his chin. As she leaned toward him, her diamond necklace fell against the collarbone where he had once left bruises with his fingers.
“Mr. Fu, you’ve mistaken me for someone else.”
“The Mrs. Fu you bought as a substitute, ”
"Wasn’t she the one you drove to her death with your own hands?"
#The Ex-Wife He Couldn’t Win Back Even After Kneeling Around the World# #The Substitute Was Actually the White Moonlight He Could Never Hope to Reach# #Mr. Fu Is Still Suffering in the Crematorium Today#
