Shen Zekai told me he wanted to return to family life. I gave a casual nod, then handed him the divorce papers. Smoking a cigarette, Shen Zekai looked at me with disdain and sneered. “Su Lijin, you’re in your thirties. Stop acting like some little girl and playing hard to get.” “If you take this too far and we really get divorced, you won’t have anywhere to cry.” He was always showing up with my stepsister, the woman I’d once despised most, hoping to see me miserable and humiliated again. But he had no idea that I’d spent twelve years preparing to make sure he lost this divorce battle.
