Depois do divórcio, fui enlouquecida por um "cachorrinho" fingido
Casados há dois anos, Tang Yuan era desprezada por Shen Zhou por ser considerada sem graça; uma mulher criada sob as regras rígidas da família realmente não era muito calorosa. Shen Zhou, como se foss
Shen Zhou had cheated.
Tang Yuan had been married to him for two years, yet she had never seen him lose control in public. Now, in the dead of night, he held a girl in his arms, entwined with her recklessly in a dim, deserted alley.
The girl was frail, like a little white flower blooming out of a muddy lotus pond. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her arms clinging to his shoulders as she wept.
Tang Yuan sat in her car, leaning her back slightly against the seat. Half an hour before, someone had sent her this address, and she thought she must have misread it.
It was close to the marital home she shared with Shen Zhou. If he were truly going to cheat, surely he would choose a pristine presidential suite.
Shen Zhou was a titan of commerce, an aristocrat for generations, meticulous in everything he ate, wore, and used. Tang Yuan never imagined that one day he would be entangled with someone in such a filthy place.
Those mottled floorboards.
Those walls covered in moss.
It did not suit his status.
Was it love, rising from nowhere?
She found it laughable. Then what did that make her, his wife in name only?
She didn’t wait for them to finish, nor did she step forward to catch them in the act. She kept her dignity; it wasn’t worth making a public scene over something like this.
When she married him two years ago, he told her he would never love her—his heart belonged to someone else.
She had insisted on marrying him, abandoning her blossoming career, wanting only for him to notice her devotion.