She was Fang Hainuo’s legal wife, yet remained a shadow wife unknown to the entire city.
No wedding, no public acknowledgment, no real love.
He kept her under his thumb, his possessiveness running bone-deep, yet every word he spoke was cold:
“Remember your place. Don’t go where you don’t belong.”
Yin Yiyun had loved him throughout her youth and willingly remained in his gilded cage for a year.
Until, at a lavish party, she stumbled upon a shocking truth:
His stepmother was none other than her own birth mother, the woman who had burned her with cigarettes and pushed her into hell.
And from beginning to end, their marriage had been nothing but a move in his game.
“Fang Hainuo, I must have been out of my mind to marry you.”
When her heart finally died, she tore up the agreement and resolutely asked for a divorce.
When she returned, she was a dazzling queen of the design world.
But the man who had once been cold and ruthless cornered her against a wall with red-rimmed eyes, humbled to the dirt:
“Yiyun, don’t leave me… I’ll give you anything you want.”
Yin Yiyun smiled faintly and pushed him away.
“Mr. Fang, you’re too late. I don’t love you anymore.”
