The crystal chandelier in the Su family home was hurting my eyes.
I stood in the middle of the hall, clutching the red marriage contract so tightly that my fingertips had turned white. The room was full of Su family relatives and a few wealthy people I didn’t recognize. They all held glasses of red wine and watched me with amusement.
“Shen Moyan, sign it.”
Su Wan stood before me in a white dress, her makeup immaculate and the diamond necklace around her neck reflecting a dazzling light. She slapped a divorce agreement against my chest. The paper snapped loudly.
“We’re not even married,” I said.
“So what? We’ve been engaged for two years, and you’ve eaten and lived at our house for two years. Isn’t that enough?” Su Wan’s voice was as cold as the diamonds around her neck. “I, Su Wan, can’t bear this shame any longer. I’ve carried the burden of having a live-in son-in-law for our family for two years. That’s enough.”
Uncle Liu, the butler behind me, tried to step forward, but I stopped him with a raised hand. The old man’s eyes were red, and his lips trembled as he struggled to speak.
“Are you signing or not?” Su Wan demanded impatiently.
