For six years, I stood by my fiancé and cleared every obstacle in his way. But outside the marriage registry, I heard him chuckle to his first love, “Lan Lan is so considerate. So considerate that... you forget she can get hurt, too.”
Fine. I’m done being so damn “considerate.”
I turned and called my sworn enemy, the man who had torn apart every shred of my dignity in court. “Lawyer Xue, do you need a wife for a contract marriage? I’m your woman. Three years, and I’ll pay you ten times the penalty for breaking the contract.”