On our seventh wedding anniversary, I accidentally found a dowry list in Jiang Lin's safe.
It belonged to his ex-girlfriend.
The dowry was extravagant: 18.88 million in betrothal gifts, ten sets of limited-edition luxury jewelry, and two luxury homes in the capital.
Unlike me. When I married Jiang Lin, I signed a prenuptial agreement.
I got no betrothal gifts, no jewelry, and even the marital home we live in now has nothing to do with me.
"Have you got no sense of boundaries? Why are you snooping through my things again?"
I turned to look at the man standing in the doorway.
I neither argued nor made a scene. I simply said, "Jiang Lin, let's get divorced."
Jiang Lin furrowed his brow slightly.
The moment he came in, he tore the red dowry list in my hands to shreds.
"It's just some old stuff. Do you really have to make such a big deal out of it?"
Then he left without looking at me, his expression calm.
I calmly called my lawyer, too.
A divorce with me leaving empty-handed.
