Eight Years of Marriage, and He Still Says I'm Overthinking

[Strong Female Lead] [Groveling Ex] [Revenge and Punishment] [Clear-Eyed Heroine] [Divorce] [Satisfying Read] [Scumbag] [Other Woman] [Emotional Cheating] [Based on a True Story]

Eight years into our marriage, the phrase Lu Chengze said to me most often was: “You're overthinking it.”

The long hair of another woman in the passenger seat? I was overthinking it.

The perfume smell that lingered in the car for days? I was overthinking it.

The 5,200 yuan he sent his “big sister” on Valentine's Day? I was overthinking it.

When I was seven months pregnant and begged him to drive me to work in a rainstorm, he said, “Take a taxi,” but drove halfway across the city to pick that woman up. I was still overthinking it.

As long as he denied it, every hurt I felt was made to seem like I was being unreasonable.

Then I returned from Tibet and saw that WeChat message: “What we eat doesn't matter. I just want to see you.”

This time, I didn't make a scene.

I created a social media account called “A Lamp.”

I only recorded the facts.

Bank transfers, chat screenshots, hotel bills, hair in the passenger seat...

I would settle eight years' worth of accounts, one by one, at my own pace.

Later, every article I wrote got over a hundred thousand views.

Later, the woman surnamed Cui was disgraced.

Later, Lu Chengze knelt before me, crying, and said, “Zhiyi, I was wrong.”

I just smiled.

“Lu Chengze, you're overthinking it.”