I Traded My Leg to Save You for Three Years of Coldness. Why Are You Crying Now That I Want a Divorce?

To save Meng Xiuwen, Wen Yu sacrificed both her legs. She married him and spent three years trapped in a marriage that existed in name only.

He never touched her. His eyes were full of disgust for her disabled body, and his heart belonged entirely to his one true love.

The results of the project she had poured her heart and soul into were casually handed by him to his returning beloved, along with a breezy, "I did it for your own good."

At that moment, Wen Yu's heart died for good.

She handed him the divorce papers, asking for none of the house, car, or money. She would leave with nothing, as long as she could get away from him.

Meng Xiuwen scoffed and tore up the papers, certain she could never leave him.

Until Wen Yu made a dazzling comeback with her mother's support, founding a company, working hard at rehabilitation, and attracting the attention of a powerful tycoon who treated her with the utmost tenderness.

Seeing them standing side by side, the usually aloof and elegant man completely lost his mind.

He swallowed his pride and followed her day and night, eyes red as he begged her pathetically, "Wen Yu, I was wrong. Don't leave me."

Wen Yu lifted her eyes. There was not a trace of love left in them, only cold indifference.

"Mr. Meng, what we had ended a long time ago."

But Meng Xiuwen clung to her with bloodshot eyes, his voice hoarse and obsessive.

"Even if I die, I won't let you go!"