Everyone in Beijing and Hong Kong knows that Huo Hanting, the president of the Huo family, is cold and ascetic, and is not close to women.
No one knows that I have been married to him for three years and have been a widow for three years.
On the wedding night, he said: "Everyone gets what he wants and doesn't cross the line."
I nodded and hid my secret love in the dust.
When the three years were up, I handed over the divorce agreement: "Mr. Huo, you are free."
He signed calmly and didn't even ask me where I was going.
Later, I became famous on the red carpet of a film festival.
In the interview area, the host asked about his relationship status.
I touched my slightly bulging belly and smiled decently: "I'm single, but I won't be anymore soon."
That night, Huo Hanting blocked the door of my apartment.
The eyes of the man who had always been restrained were scarlet: "Who is the father of the child?"
I raised my eyes and read each word:
"Mr. Huo, does this have anything to do with you?"
