When Shen Yanchi proposed that we divorce but keep living together, with double the living allowance, I agreed without hesitation.
Being a housekeeper for a wealthy family was much better than setting up a roadside stall while saddled with the title of Mrs. Shen.
After moving back into the Zhou family villa, I stopped making a fuss and simply did my job as a housekeeper.
When he brought a woman home, I dutifully made the bed and laid out the condoms.
When my son called me Mom, I looked horrified.
“Young Master, you can't just call people that.”
When his romance with a female celebrity was exposed, I thoughtfully handed him the divorce papers and wished them a lifetime of happiness.
But not only did he refuse to give me a raise, he looked hurt and asked if I even had a heart.
I was confused.
Wasn't the whole reason he'd insisted on divorcing me to protect the woman he loved?
