At my daughter's eighth birthday party, my ex-husband said, "The French almond manicure looks great," which shattered my ten-year marriage.
The perfume had changed, and the manicure on the receptionist's hand was exactly as he described it. His drunken murmur of "An'an" became a thorn in my heart.
On the night when my daughter had a high fever, he was very sweet with his mistress, and I ran to the hospital alone with the baby in my arms, all the last traces of affection burned away.
I found a lawyer, hid evidence, and returned to work. My best friend supported me, and my old classmate's studio became my battlefield.
The mistress comes to your house to act wild? I directly started the live broadcast and watched the scumbag men and bitches tearing apart each other's houses and the company going bankrupt.
On the day the court sentenced me to divorce, I held my daughter and carried away half of the family property. In the past ten years, I have not looked back, I have only run forward!
