On their third wedding anniversary, Lu Wan had prepared a romantic candlelit dinner. Instead, her husband, Zhou Mu, came home smelling of perfume, carrying a T-brand diamond ring.
The moment Lu Wan opened the box, she laughed. Her best friend, Su Nian, had just posted her “anniversary gift from my husband” on her social media that very day, and it was exactly the same.
Lu Wan didn’t cry or make a scene. She put the ring back in its box and pushed it toward him. “You should give this ring to someone who suits you better. See you at the Civil Affairs Bureau at nine tomorrow morning.”
That night, she moved into the guest room, called a lawyer, and organized the evidence. Bank transfer records, hotel bookings, chat screenshots. She’d suspected the truth for a long time, but had been waiting for confirmation. Now that she had it, she was ready to act.
The next day, the divorce agreement was laid out on the table. Zhou Mu tried to make excuses, but Lu Wan tossed down a stack of evidence. “You’re a lawyer. You should know this is enough to leave you with nothing.”
They signed. The seal came down, and the official stamp was pressed into place. Three years of marriage ended in ten minutes.
Zhou Mu thought he still had somewhere to turn: Su Nian. But when she realized he had nothing, she immediately changed her tune. “I love the Zhou Mu who drives a Porsche, not the one living in a basement.”
He was thrown out and rented a basement room. Lu Wan blacklisted his law firm’s clients with a single word, his partners sidelined him, and his connections avoided him. When he was sick, there was no one to bring him water. When he called “Lu Wan” at home, no one answered. He began to regret it, but it was too late.
Things were completely different for Lu Wan. She devoted herself to her work, landed a major project, and was promoted to branch president. She also met someone: the architect Gu Shen. Gentle and steadfast, he had been hurt before and knew how to cherish someone. As it happened, he was Zhou Mu’s older...
