A single contract made Su Wanzhi Lu Chenyuan’s wife in name only for three years.
Everyone said she had married her way to the top, but only she knew she was trapped in a cold cage, holding on to a love that had no hope of being returned.
Lu Chenyuan stood at the very top of the pyramid. He was obsessive by nature, with possessiveness and a need for control buried deep in his bones.
He had once been blind to her sincerity, thinking only of his beloved. He took all her patience and affection for granted.
Every time she gave way, all she got in return was neglect, misunderstandings, and his endless favoritism toward someone else.
When her last shred of hope was crushed, Su Wanzhi submitted the divorce papers and walked away without looking back.
She shed the title of Mrs. Lu, became a traditional architecture designer, started her own business, and steadily built a brilliant life that belonged to her alone.
Only after losing her did Lu Chenyuan finally wake up.
The heartstring he had ignored for years snapped, and a tide of obsessive regret swept over him.
The once-arrogant Mr. Lu laid down his pride and began the long road to winning her back.
Su Wanzhi wanted nothing to do with him and kept retreating.
He cornered her, his eyes roiling with possessiveness, his voice low and hoarse.
“Wanzhi, don’t hide. I never signed the divorce papers. In this life, you can only be mine.”
She lifted her eyes calmly, her smile cool. “Lu Chenyuan, it’s too late.”
