The Evening Breeze Sinks the Boat, Never to Return

After three years of marriage, I finally realized I was just a stand-in for the CEO's one true love.

The day his one true love returned to the country, I calmly handed him the divorce papers. "I'm tired. Let's get divorced."

He scoffed. "What game are you playing now? Don't come crying once you've signed."

Five years later, my designs dazzled everyone at an international jewelry exhibition.

My ex-husband pushed his way to the stage, eyes red. "Honey, why don't the kids look like me?"

Under the spotlight, I smiled and raised an eyebrow. "That would be a problem. They're not yours."