I stared at the words "cleanse and leave home" on the divorce agreement, and my knuckles turned white.
The signature pen was hanging in the air, and I suddenly remembered that night three months ago - Gu Jingchen said he was going on a business trip, and when he was dragging his suitcase out, I helped him arrange his tie, and saw the screen of his phone light up, and it was a message from Shen Qingling: "Brother Jingchen, I have booked the room, waiting for you."
What was his reaction?
He smiled and turned the phone over and said, "Tangyin, don't be so clingy. I'll be back soon."
I actually thought it was work news at the time.
"Ms. Shen, time is limited, please hurry up." The lawyer's urging voice brought me back to reality.
The air conditioning in the office was on full blast, and goosebumps appeared on my arms. Sitting across from him was Gu Jingchen's special lawyer, wearing a neat suit and a business-like expression on his face. There was a stack of documents in front of him, and I flipped through every page - equity split, real estate allocation, company job transfer. All the terms pointed to one result: I, Shen Tangyin, have been married for seven years in exchange for a shabby villa and 1% of Chu's shares.
"If you think it's unfair," the lawyer adjusted his glasses, "you can file a lawsuit and I can help you contact -"
"No need." I interrupted him, lowered the pen tip, and signed my name.
