On the third wedding anniversary, her husband flew to Paris for Bai Yueguang.
I cut the steak calmly, the tip of the knife scraping against the plate with a screeching sound.
There was a sudden noise in the entrance hall, and I thought it was my husband's change of heart.
He rushed out but ran into the deep eyes of special assistant Jiang Yan.
He has always been restrained and polite, but now he grabbed my wrist: "He doesn't want you, I do."
In the shadow behind him, the husband held the canceled flight ticket with a sinister look in his eyes.
