Mr. Shen, Stop Torturing Me. Today Is My Funeral

We'd been married for two years, and I thought that if I was sweet and obedient, I could warm Shen Ruting's heart.

But as soon as Old Master Shen died, he couldn't wait to force me into a divorce, then turn around and find a younger, more delicate girl.

I didn't make a scene. I threw away my wedding ring, quit my job, and left.

Later, I stood in a wedding dress beside another man. The usually coldhearted man finally panicked and pinned me in a corner, eyes bloodshot. "Are you taking off that wedding dress yourself, or do I have to do it for you?"