Após deixar o pai e ficar com o filho, descobri que a pessoa que meu ex-marido amava era eu
No funeral da mãe, o marido estava celebrando com grande entusiasmo o aniversário do seu primeiro amor. Summer Nan Zhi finalmente enxergou tudo com clareza: já que ele não a amava, ela também não queria mais nada. Ela deixou os papéis do divórcio, abortou o filho e partiu sozinha. Cinco anos depois, em uma casa de leilões, a leiloeira-chefe, vestida com um qipao e com o rosto coberto por um véu branco, surpreendeu a todos com sua elegância. Lu Jun Shen estreitou os olhos: "Ela se chama Nan Zhi?" O assistente respondeu: "Sim, ouvi dizer que já houve quem gastasse milhões só para vê-la, mas foram todos recusados." Lu Jun Shen finalmente encontrou a mulher que procurava há cinco anos. À noite, ele a encurralou na saída: "Grande leiloeira Xia, ainda vai fugir?" "Sr. Lu, nós já nos divorciamos." "Eu não concordei, onde está o meu filho?" "Sr. Lu, parece que esqueceu, há cinco anos eu já o abortei." "Então me diga, o que são estes?" Na frente deles, três pequenos de cinco anos estavam alinhados lado a lado.
Após deixar o pai e ficar com o filho, descobri que a pessoa que meu ex-marido amava era eu
"Nan Zhi, the funeral is about to begin. Is Jun Shen still not coming?"
Summer Nan Zhi, dressed in mourning white, knelt before her mother's altar. The flickering flames from burning paper money cast a pale glow on her wan face. She glanced down at her nearly dead phone—Lu Jun Shen still hadn’t answered. Her mother had passed away, and Nan Zhi, seven months pregnant, had kept vigil at the altar for seven days, yet her husband of three years had not appeared even once.
Lu Jun Shen was always busy with work; Nan Zhi had always understood him. She dutifully reminded herself that he was likely caught up in his job.
"He’s probably busy, and won’t be coming," she whispered.
Tears still stained her cheeks. She burned the last bit of paper money in her hand and struggled to stand, supporting her heavy belly, her voice hoarse and broken, "Let’s begin the funeral."
Aunt Jiang Hong, nearby, spoke with a mocking tone, "Nan Zhi, how busy can President Lu really be? Seven days and not a single appearance—he clearly doesn’t care about your mother."
Her cousin, Xia Ning, sneered, "Mom, you’re wrong. President Lu doesn’t just disrespect Auntie—he’s ignoring Cousin, and the child in her belly as well."
Their ridicule was sharp, each word slicing into Nan Zhi’s heart. Still, she told herself that Lu Jun Shen had always been a dutiful husband after their marriage. He wouldn’t deliberately stay away; surely his work held him back.
Just as she convinced herself, reality delivered a cruel blo
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