At my engagement party, Su Wan splashed red wine all over my wedding dress.
Song Yan put an arm around her and said coldly, "Get down on your knees and apologize."
The guests all raised their phones to watch. Some laughed that I had it coming; others bet I wouldn't last three minutes on my knees.
I knelt on broken glass. It cut into my knees, and I pressed my palms into the shards, trembling with pain.
No one knew that I was the one who had rushed into the fire to save him three years ago. The scar on my back still hurt, but he had given all the credit to Su Wan.
Later, Song Yan knelt before me, his eyes red. "Lin Wan, look at the security footage. It was you... You were the one who saved me..."
I glanced down at him and took off my wedding ring, tossing it in front of him.
"Song Yan," I said with a smile, "broken glass hurts, doesn't it? Stay on your knees a little longer."
The ring rolled beside his knee. He didn't pick it up, only stared at me with red-rimmed eyes.
But I would never turn back.
