The Night I Called Off the Engagement, I Had the Evidence Ready

The day she broke off the engagement, she didn't even cry.

Everyone thought Wen Wan would be finished without the Shen family. She had no connections, no savings, and even her own mother told her to just put up with it.

But no one knew she had already sorted the evidence of his cheating, the financial records, and backup recordings into three encrypted folders.

And no one knew that Gu Qinhe had personally helped her revise the lawyer's letter ending the engagement for the third time.

The second young master of the Gu family, whom the whole city called a "good-for-nothing playboy," had given her his coat when she was sick with a 39-degree fever and hooked up to an IV. He had shielded her from a wineglass when Shen's mother humiliated her in public. At three in the morning, as she kept deleting and rewriting her breakup text, he sent her one message:

"Stop deleting it. Send it."

Wen Wan isn't some heroine in a wish-fulfillment story.

She has been timid, given in, and crouched in a parking garage crying silently, afraid to make a sound.

But eventually she learned to do this:

Wipe away the tears, settle the score, and sharpen the blade.

No rush.

Wait for the right moment, one that's dignified and decisive, then make them pay back everything, with interest.