On the day I got divorced, my mother-in-law stood at the door and cursed at me:
“People from the countryside are always just that. Once you leave the Chen family, where do you think you can go?”
I didn't cry or make a scene. I picked up my four-year-old son and two woven bags, and moved into a 20-square-meter rental in the urban village.
Nine years.
An intermediate accounting qualification, an MBA, a CFO position, and life as a single mom with attitude.
In nine years, I went from “his wife” to “CEO Su.”
The day my ex-husband knelt and begged me to remarry him, I smiled.
He thought I was still that country wife he could push around.
He had no idea the man standing behind me was someone he could never hope to measure up to.
My mother-in-law clutched my pant leg and cried, “Wanwan, Rui knows he was wrong...”
I looked down at her.
“Auntie, remember when you asked where a country girl could go?
Now I'll tell you: somewhere your son could never reach, even on his knees.”
