The Day I Miscarried, You Chose Me, So I Chose to Break Up

I spent ten years by his side. I gave up my chance to pursue a graduate degree, developed stomach problems from taking drinks for him, and even poured my parents’ savings into keeping his business afloat. Then, for the sake of his new love, he stood by and watched as my father suffered a stroke from sheer rage.

Later, my design firm beat his conglomerate in a bid. He came to me with a share-transfer agreement, begging me to come back. Meanwhile, Mr. Wen, who had always admired my talent, was pinning an award-winning boutonniere to my lapel.

Tell me, can a heart that’s been crushed ever be pieced back together?