After the Best Man Beat Me into a Coma, I Gave Up on My Wife

On the day we got married during the National Day holiday, the best man beat me into a vegetative state. Three years later, I woke up, and she slapped a divorce agreement in front of me. “Lu Chen, let's get divorced.” My fingers trembled with anger as I wrote my name, stroke by stroke. Fine. I'll divorce you. I'll give you what you want. I don't want a wife like you anymore.