On our third wedding anniversary, I cooked a whole table of food and waited for my husband to come home.
What arrived instead was a DNA paternity test report.
“Lin Zhixia, you have a five-year-old son with Zhou Yanbai.”
Lu Chenzhou flung the photo in front of me, his gaze as cold as ice.
I didn't explain.
Because the child really was registered under my name, and his father really was Lu Chenzhou's biggest rival.
He told me to leave with nothing, and I signed the papers.
He didn't know that the child was the only flesh and blood my late sister had left behind.
He didn't know that my sister's death concealed the biggest secret in City A.
Three days after the divorce, he regretted it.
“Lin Zhixia, that divorce certificate is nothing but a prop to me.”
“You sign once, I pursue you once. You sign a hundred times, I'll pursue you a hundred times.”
