I Love You, But Not in the Next Life

The day I asked for a divorce, Lu Jinyan eagerly drew up the divorce papers. Five years ago, he had been forced to marry me. Now he was finally free for good. On the day we went to file the divorce, Lu Jinyan brought along the woman he had always loved. His expression was pleased, yet mocking. “Xie Wan, so you can look this miserable after all.” I watched his retreating figure grow blurry before my eyes. Miserable? Not in my next life.