After three years of marriage, Gu Beicheng has always treated me like air. In his mind, I was a vicious woman who used despicable means to gain power, and I was his substitute for Bai Yueguang. He could leave the meeting late at night for a phone call, but could not remember that I was allergic to penicillin; he could leave me alone on the abortion operating table because of Bai Yueguang's words. He doesn't know that I have the habit of keeping a diary. Record the milk heated for him every day, every time he frowned impatiently, and the child who never came to this world.
"Get a divorce." I handed the agreement to him. He didn't even frown and signed his name with a swipe of his pen, his eyes full of relief.
On the day I moved out of the villa, I only took that diary with me. Later, at a charity auction, my lost diary was put on display as a mystery lot. The auctioneer turned the last page and read softly: "Today is the hundredth day since I decided to leave. My heart finally stopped hurting. I think I don't love him anymore." Gu Beicheng was sitting in the VIP seat, and his face turned pale when he heard the date - he was accompanying Bai Yueguang in the hospital that day, and the diary said: "Our child is gone." He rushed to the stage like crazy, grabbed the diary, and looked for me frantically in the crowd with red eyes. And I was standing at the entrance with my new fiancé on my arm, smiling appropriately and distantly. "Sir, please calm down, my fiancée will be scared." The man next to me protected me behind him.
Gu Beicheng showed his humility in front of me for the first time, and his voice trembled: "Ran Ran, come home with me... Please." I looked at him and smiled lightly: "Go home? Which home? Mr. Gu, we have divorced, don't you think it's too late to act affectionate now?"
