At two in the morning, her mother-in-law tossed her luggage out the door. "Yaoyao is carrying a boy. You gave birth to a money pit, so what are you still hanging around for?"
Her five-year-old daughter clutched Zhen Zhen's sleeve, while her husband only asked, "Did you delete the stuff on the computer?"
Thirteen gigabytes of evidence of his affair, and nearly ten years of marriage. He was a lawyer, and he had plenty of excuses for betraying her. When they divorced, the joint savings he put in front of her amounted to less than a hundred thousand yuan.
Zhen Zhen left with her daughter.
Then she sent a congratulatory banner to the law firm where the other woman worked:
"She knew he was taken and still went after him. A real class act."
A photo of the banner reached the hands of the boss backing the other woman. The funding began to dry up, debt collectors came knocking, and the "true love" her ex-husband had been so sure of finally showed its other face.
But Zhen Zhen never expected the price of her retaliation to fall on her daughter.
And just as he held the son he'd long awaited and prepared to start a new life, an anonymous letter quietly landed on his desk.
Meanwhile, the woman he'd dismissed as "only good at spending money" picked up her paintbrush again.
This time, no one would get to decide where she belonged.
Art comes from life