As I drove, tears streamed down my face.

Chen Zhinan and I had been through hard times together. Back then, life was tough, but Chen Zhinan had been so attentive.

I often forgot to eat, so Chen Zhinan brought me meals every day. We’d squeeze into the office, feeding each other bite by bite. When I complained his cooking was bad, he immediately looked up countless recipes to make me delicious food.

During that time, we both gave our true hearts.

Unfortunately, people change.

For the next few days, I threw myself into work. Only by keeping busy could I forget what Chen Zhinan had done.

Later, I got a stomachache and had to go to the hospital’s emergency department.

As I walked out, I ran into Chen Zhinan’s friend Yang Wen. I said, “Let’s have a cup of coffee.”

Yang Wen declined.

He said, “I know you want to ask about Qiao Lu. It’s true her background and abilities aren’t as good as yours, but she knows how to take care of Zhinan. You, on the other hand, only care about work. Qiao Lu takes care of his daily life. And whenever he has to drink for work, Qiao Lu helps him take the shots. Men don’t need such a strong wife—they just want someone who understands their joys and sorrows.”

He added, “You only focus on work. Do you know how much pressure you put on him? He’s afraid your parents look down on him, afraid he can’t give you the life you want.”

After he left, I sat on a bench in the hospital corridor. Thinking back, I’d worked so hard just to have a happy family. I’d once drunk so much at a business dinner that I ended up in the hospital. Where was he then? He’d said he couldn’t leave the company.

Later, I found out he’d gone to pick up Qiao Lu that day.

Hadn’t he become the general manager of the company only because of my dad’s support? Now that support was considered pressure?

How ridiculous.

I called a lawyer and asked him to draft a divorce agreement.

The lawyer told me in person that all my assets and equity had been transferred by Chen Zhinan.

He advised me not to file for divorce yet.

When I got home, Chen Zhinan was there. He hugged me and said, “Wanwan, I didn’t mean it before. Qiao Lu is just my younger sister. I promised my mom I’d take care of her. Can you forgive me?”

I forced a smile and said, “Since she’s your sister, you can take care of her.”

He said, “You’re the best wife.”

Disgusting.

I felt nauseous.

After he fell asleep, I tried to open his computer. But the password was wrong—he’d once said all his passwords were my birthday, but now he’d changed them all.

I looked at Chen Zhinan, overcome with sadness.

The man I loved was trying to leave me with nothing.