In order to cope with the pressure to get married, I signed a one-year hidden marriage agreement with Qin Mo, a young technology upstart.
On the day the agreement expired, I handed over the divorce agreement: "Mr. Qin, happy cooperation."
But he tore me apart in public, pushed me against the wall, and said in a hoarse voice:
"It's been seven years, and I've taken every step to get to you."
"Want to escape now? It's too late."
Later I realized that all my "coincidental" opportunities were his careful "planning".
