Eight months pregnant, I found a will in the safe in my husband's study.
All the shares and properties he owned, along with ten private jets and five islands, were to be given to Guan Chunyue, the impoverished student he sponsored, free of charge after his death.
But my husband and I had signed a prenuptial agreement, and he hadn't even given me a bride price when we married.
He'd said coolly, "You're an independent thinker. A bride price is a feudal relic, and there's no need for one."
After seven years of marriage, even the property deeds didn't have my name on them.
"Who said you could touch my things?"
My husband's voice was icy, his brow furrowed with anger.
I didn't cry or make a scene. "The password is Guan Chunyue's birthday."
He snatched the papers from my hands, changed the password, and put everything away.
"It's just a password. Can you stop making a fuss?"
I calmly asked for a divorce.
He didn't take me seriously. He just locked the door and told me to get out.
He warned me not to touch his things again.
I nodded, turned around, and booked an abortion.
I wouldn't touch his things anymore.
And I didn't want the baby in my belly, either.
The author writes about the heroine's relationship in a very detailed and smooth way, and the storyline is very watchable.
A very good story, very good!
Very nice, thank you!