Ep5

I suddenly came to my senses. In this situation, I shouldn’t be passively waiting for him.

The next morning, I boarded a flight to Yunnan.

I had someone send him the divorce agreement, along with an envelope stuffed with photos of him and his secretary on their dates.

News of my impending divorce from Ryan spread across Harbor City overnight.

Before departing, the last thing I did was make public the paparazzi photos of Ryan and his secretary.

I couldn’t allow myself to lose one more time.

The keyword “Ryan divorce” stayed on the hot search list for only an hour before it was taken down.

Articles about the divorce were suddenly deleted. Comments defending me and criticizing the secretary were wiped clean, and some accounts were even reported and permanently banned.

The topic had only just begun to gain traction before it was completely snuffed out.

I tried to push the issue back into the spotlight, but he pulled it down from the hot search again.

One wave followed another.

In the end, I was the one who lost patience and turned off my phone.

“It’s normal for men to be a little flirtatious.

Going crazy and demanding a divorce like this isn’t good.”

That was enough—those who needed to know already knew.

My phone was flooded with messages from relatives, all asking questions and offering the same familiar advice.

Even my parents sent messages.

“Now that he has money and power, you absolutely must not lose your position as his wife.”

For an entire week in Yunnan, Ryan gave no response to the divorce agreement.

It seemed he didn’t care, or perhaps—like everyone else—he couldn’t believe that anyone could be foolish enough to give up the position of Ryan’s wife.

Everyone thought I was stupid.

The situation now felt very much like the time when I had firmly chosen Ryan in the first place.

I changed my phone number and stopped worrying about all of it, choosing instead to enjoy my trip to Yunnan.

The beautiful scenery truly had a healing effect.

The owner of the homestay where I was staying warmly found me a set of traditional Tibetan clothing to wear while climbing the mountain.

The icy wind on the snowy mountain cut through me. Halfway up, I tripped over a rock.

My palm was scraped, and the bracelet snapped against the stone, rolling down the steps.

I thought about turning back to look for it, but I was too exhausted.

That bracelet had been a gift from Ryan when he received his very first order.

I was just about to turn back and look for it when I saw a tourist at the foot of the mountain pickup the bracelet and walk toward me.

At this time of year, there aren’t many people climbing the snowy mountain. I stood halfway up the slope, gazing into the distance, and could only make out the tall figure of a man stepping across the stone stairs. His pace wasn’t fast, but there was a slight unsteadiness to his steps.

In a brief moment, he was standing right in front of me. He opened his hand—his palm flushed red from the cold—and resting on it was a broken silver lotus bracelet.

“It’s yours.”

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