On New Year’s Eve, Song Yu, Gu Yanshi’s one true love, burst into our home, saying her family was pressuring her to get married and she was so desperate she might kill herself. The usually aloof Gu Yanshi pulled out our marriage certificate again. “Let’s get a fake divorce first. I’ll stay with her for a few days to help her deal with this. After the New Year, we’ll remarry!”
“Don’t worry. You’re the only one I love. You’re my one and only wife!”
Watching him, sweating and frantic with impatience, I said nothing. After all, everyone in Jiangcheng knew that Gu Yanshi and I had divorced and remarried eight times. I’d long since gotten used to it.
But he didn’t know that I’d already applied to join Doctors Without Borders in Europe. I had no intention of remarrying him or staying with him. After the New Year, I would leave for good, never to see him again.
