In their three years of marriage, Jiang Lin always stroked the beauty mark beneath my eye when he was drunk, murmuring, “So much alike.” I thought it was a term of endearment, until a family banquet where his first love sat beside him, looking seven parts like me, with the exact same beauty mark at the corner of her eye. The elders all laughed and said, “If she hadn't gone abroad back then, there'd have been no place for you.”
That night, I moved out of the villa and faxed the divorce papers to his office. When he came looking for me in a frenzy, I was using the supplementary card he had given me to buy a luxury apartment complex next to the hotel.
“The title of Mrs. Jiang is hers now.”
I turned and walked away without looking back. Later, all of Jiangcheng knew that Jiang Lin had chased his wife until he went bankrupt, while I was no longer anyone's stand-in.
