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

Two years into our marriage, I thought that if I was obedient and accommodating, I could warm Shen Ruting's heart.

But as soon as Grandpa Shen passed away, he couldn't wait to force me into a divorce, then turned around and found himself a younger, more delicate girl.

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

Later, I stood beside another man in a wedding dress. The man who had always been so cold finally panicked and pinned me against the wall, his eyes bloodshot. "Are you taking off that wedding dress yourself, or do I have to do it for you?"