The Post-Divorce Era

It’s been ten years since the divorce. I stopped caring about Qi Yan ages ago. But on the day he remarried, his bride said in front of all the guests, “Sister Ji Wan taught me that a man is only worth keeping around when he’s useful.” I smiled and raised my glass to her. “You learned well. Too bad he’s one I’ve already used up.” Qi Yan’s face turned livid. He grabbed my wrist. “Ji Wan, what gives you the right?” I shook off his hand and showed him the divorce agreement on my phone. “The fact that you should’ve known the day you signed it: there’s no going back.”