You Chose the Intern, I Asked for a Divorce, So Why Are You Crying?

She had once been the female CEO everyone envied:

At the height of her career and in a happy marriage, her husband, Jiang Yu, stepped away from the spotlight to become a devoted househusband.

But when Lin He, the country boy she had sponsored for ten years, joined her company, her “saintly compassion” spiraled out of control:

She fussed over him, covered for him, indulged him, and even stood Jiang Yu up time and again for his sake.

On Qixi Festival, she threw a celebration for Lin He, but Jiang Yu, waiting in vain at home, discovered the truth.

He didn’t cry or make a scene. After beating Lin He to a pulp, he coldly said one word:

“Divorce.”

When the seven-day cooling-off period ended, he showed up at the Civil Affairs Bureau right on time. He didn’t even look at her as he signed the papers.

Everyone thought he was just throwing a tantrum, but no one could have guessed:

He planned to take “revenge in kind,” making her experience firsthand the pain she had caused.

Every tender thing he had once said to her, he now said to another woman;

Every little thing he had once done for her, he now did for Tang Yue, who had loved him quietly for ten years:

She canceled a family dinner for an intern, so he turned down a client for his new love;

She gave the intern a scarf she had knitted by hand, so he wore a wedding ring for his new love, vowing never to take it off;

She said, “You’re my light,” and he told someone else, “You’re the reason life is worth living.”

Meanwhile, she fell from a powerful woman to a beggar, hauling bricks at a construction site and coughing up blood, until she saw him smiling tenderly as he held his newborn in the news:

Only then did she finally understand:

The cruelest revenge isn’t beating or berating someone. It’s using the very methods they taught you to abandon them completely.

She began a pitiful campaign to win him back: standing in the rain on her knees, faking a terminal illness, selling her home to beg for reconciliation…

But he only sneered:

“Regret it? I regret not divorcing you sooner.”