Five years ago, I married him through a business marriage.
Everyone said we were the golden couple, but I was the only one who knew that he had photos of other women hidden in his study drawer.
On the day of the divorce, I calmly signed: "Gu Yan, I will never see you again in this life."
He thought I was having a bad temper until he saw me dragging my suitcase and disappearing into the rainy night.
Five years later, my design made its grand debut at the International Jewelry Show.
He rushed backstage with red eyes: "Why is that iris brooch exactly the same as the one she wears?"
I took my four-year-old daughter in hand and turned around to leave.
The little girl suddenly turned around and raised the painting trophy she just won: "Uncle, you look just like my dad."
