Fifteen years after marrying Fang Suian, I discovered that his first love had become our son's teacher. He secretly cherished sweet moments with her and took her on trips. Our son also helped him keep it from me. When they had a car accident, they left me in the car to die for the sake of his first love. I was utterly heartbroken and decided to file for divorce. Fang Suian sarcastically told me, "After being a housewife for so many years, you won't even have money to buy groceries after the divorce." Our son looked down on me, saying, "Mom, you're just a yellow-faced woman; why are you causing such a fuss?" After the divorce, I started my own business and became wealthy, and they begged me to come back. I mocked them, saying, "You want me to return as your free nanny? You must be dreaming."
"Are you sure you want to proceed with the divorce?" the lawyer asked me once more for confirmation.
"I have to remind you that even though your marriage took place before the latest legal reforms, the division of assets would still likely put you at a disadvantage if you proceed with the divorce."
The lawyer went over a detailed breakdown of our shared assets and liabilities.
I was well aware of this.
My husband, Gary Lopez, was now a senior executive earning no less than half a million dollars a year.
As for me, I'd been a stay-at-home wife for over ten years. If I went through with the divorce, I could walk away with nothing.
Perhaps because of that, Gary had grown more dismissive of me, even belittling me in front of others as if I was not good enough to be seen with him.
A fellow parent from our neighborhood called me out of the blue this morning, asking why I hadn't shown up for my son's parent-teacher conference. Thinking I had simply forgotten, I rushed to the school, only to realize that my son hadn't wanted me to come in the first place.
To my dismay, his homeroom teacher turned out to be Gary's first love- Zoey Chapman.
The moment he saw me, his smile disappeared.
"What are you doing here?" he snapped, pushing me toward the door.
"I... I came for the parent-teacher conference," I mumbled.
My son frowned, "Dad will be here. You should go back."
I tried to explain, feeling helpless, "I was always the one who came to these meetings... Your dad was always busy with work..."
He interrupted impatiently, "That was then. Now Dad's a big shot. He doesn't need to worry about what people think- even if he skips work. Just leave, okay?"
I stumbled back, and my son went on complaining, "It's humiliating having people see you like this- like some washed-up old housewife."
"Harley, who is she?" Zoey asked, stepping out of the classroom.
Harley took her arm and whispered in her ear, "That's my mom. I already told her to head home."
"That's not how you treat your mother- she cares about you," Zoey said, giving him a playful flick on the forehead.
Harley usually hated anyone touching his head- even an accidental brush could set him off.
But today, he held onto Zoey's arm, grinning and putting on an act of childish affection.
"He's just a kid. Don't take it personally," Zoey said with a smile, standing up for him- as if she had forgotten I was the one who gave birth to him.
"Sorry I'm late," Gary said as he came over quickly. He paused when he saw me. "What are you doing here?"
"I came for the parent-teacher meeting."
"I told you not to worry about school. Just focus on things at home," Gary said, pulling me aside. Then, turning to Zoey with a polite smile, he added, "Sorry if she caused any trouble."
"You should head back," Gary said, shoving his briefcase into my hands.
"Let's go inside, Ms. Chapman," Harley said, tugging at Zoey's arm as they headed into the classroom.
Gary gave me a glance, said nothing, and walked into the classroom behind them.
I stood outside, watching Harley eagerly interact with Zoey. As Gary shut the door, I suddenly felt like an outsider.
"I'll move forward with your request to file with the court. If everything goes smoothly, the divorce could be finalized in about two weeks," the lawyer said, snapping me out of my thoughts.
Two weeks, that should be enough.
Rachel used to think that her devotion would win Brian over one day, but she was proven wrong when his true love returned. Rachel had endured it all—from standing alone at the altar to dragging herself to the hospital for an emergency treatment. Everyone thought she was crazy to give up so much of herself for someone who didn’t return her feelings. But when Brian received news of Rachel’s terminal illness and realized she didn’t have long to live, he completely broke down. "I forbid you to die!" Rachel just smiled. She no longer needed him. "I will finally be free."
There was only one man in Raegan's heart, and it was Mitchel. In the second year of her marriage to him, she got pregnant. Raegan's joy knew no bounds. But before she could break the news to her husband, he served her divorce papers because he wanted to marry his first love. After an accident, Raegan lay in the pool of her own blood and called out to Mitchel for help. Unfortunately, he left with his first love in his arms. Raegan escaped death by the whiskers. Afterward, she decided to get her life back on track. Her name was everywhere years later. Mitchel became very uncomfortable. For some reason, he began to miss her. His heart ached when he saw her all smiles with another man. He crashed her wedding and fell to his knees while she was at the altar. With bloodshot eyes, he queried, "I thought you said your love for me is unbreakable? How come you are getting married to someone else? Come back to me!"
Yelena discovered that she wasn't her parents' biological child. After seeing through their ploy to trade her as a pawn in a business deal, she was sent away to her barren birthplace. There, she stumbled upon her true origins—a lineage of historic opulence. Her real family showered her with love and adoration. In the face of her so-called sister's envy, Yelena conquered every adversity and took her revenge, all while showcasing her talents. She soon caught the attention of the city's most eligible bachelor. He cornered Yelena and pinned her against the wall. “It's time to reveal your true identity, darling.”
The whispers said that out of bitter jealousy, Hadley shoved Eric's beloved down the stairs, robbing the unborn child of life. To avenge, Eric forced Hadley abroad and completely cut her off. Years later, she reemerged, and they felt like strangers. When they met again, she was the nightclub's star, with men ready to pay fortunes just to glimpse her elusive performance. Unable to contain himself, Eric blocked her path, asking, "Is this truly how you earn a living now? Why not come back to me?" Hadley's lips curved faintly. "If you’re eager to see me, you’d better join the queue, darling."
For ten years, Daniela showered her ex-husband with unwavering devotion, only to discover she was just his biggest joke. Feeling humiliated yet determined, she finally divorced him. Three months later, Daniela returned in grand style. She was now the hidden CEO of a leading brand, a sought-after designer, and a wealthy mining mogul—her success unveiled at her triumphant comeback. Her ex-husband’s entire family rushed over, desperate to beg for forgiveness and plead for another chance. Yet Daniela, now cherished by the famed Mr. Phillips, regarded them with icy disdain. "I’m out of your league."
After two years of marriage, Sadie was finally pregnant. Filled with hope and joy, she was blindsided when Noah asked for a divorce. During a failed attempt on her life, Sadie found herself lying in a pool of blood, desperately calling Noah to ask him to save her and the baby. But her calls went unanswered. Shattered by his betrayal, she left the country. Time passed, and Sadie was about to be wed for a second time. Noah appeared in a frenzy and fell to his knees. "How dare you marry someone else after bearing my child?"