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Flash Marriage Husband: My Top Fan
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“Divorce Blessings” was the last blessing I gave to that scoundrel.
Some people are destined to be transient figures in your life, teaching you to grow before leaving.
Rather than seeking revenge, I yearn for rebirth.
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“I want a divorce.” Zhang Cheng stood in the center of the living room, as if declaring an inconsequential fact.
I lifted my head, my hand trembling as the pen slipped, ink bursting forth like a blooming black flower, consuming the plot I had just written.
The sunlight outside was glaringly bright, illuminating the air between us as if even the light was silently mocking me.
“Why?” My voice trembled, like a dry leaf caught in the wind.
“I’ve been with Chu Qiao for three months now. She’s pregnant.” Zhang Cheng’s tone was as calm as still water, as if he were merely commenting on the weather.
I shot up from my seat, the chair crashing to the floor with a deafening clatter. Three years of marriage were dismissed by him with such nonchalance. Chu Qiao, that new vixen at his company—I should have seen through this scheme long ago.
“What about Jiajia?” I clenched my fists tightly, my nails digging into my palms, the pain reminding me that this was not some absurd dream.
"On the weekend, I can take her out to play. I won't argue with you about custody," he said casually, as if discussing a trivial business matter.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang, dropping a bombshell in the quiet space. My mother-in-law, Hong Meili's voice came through the crack of the door, "Wen Jing, open the door. Mom is here to see you."
Zhang Cheng's face instantly turned darker than a pot bottom. I wiped my face as if trying to erase everything from my memory and hurried to open the door.
As soon as my mother-in-law entered, her sharp gaze swept back and forth between us like two razor-sharp blades. The air seemed to freeze.
"Mom, I was just about to talk to Wen Jing..." Zhang Cheng stammered.
"Divorce, right?" his mother interrupted sharply. "I just ran into Chu Qiao downstairs. That little vixen is so pleased with herself, saying she’s about to marry into a wealthy family."
Zhang Cheng's expression was as if he had swallowed a fly, looking utterly miserable.
"Mom, please let me explain..."
"Shut up!" she shouted angrily, her voice shaking the picture frames on the wall. "Do you deserve Wen Jing's sacrifices over these three years? She gave up her career to take care of you and Jiajia, and you go out and find a vixen!"
I stood aside, watching the standoff between mother and son. My mother-in-law's fury brought me a flicker of warmth, but the wound in my heart felt sharper, as if salt had been poured into it.
"The breakup fee is five hundred thousand, with a monthly living allowance of ten thousand. Child support is separate," she said coldly. "You need to write the check today; otherwise, I'll make sure you can't stay at your company."
Zhang Cheng was sweating profusely. "Five hundred thousand? Where am I supposed to get that much money?"
"Out of money?" the old lady sneered. "That new car of yours is worth four hundred thousand. Sell it and gather enough for the breakup fee!"
"Mom, are you trying to drive me to my death?" Zhang Cheng's voice was filled with despair.
"When you were pressuring Wen Jing, did you ever say that?" the old lady retorted sharply. "Get out today! If you dare to linger, I’ll make sure you regret it!"
At that moment, I finally understood that some people's true nature is destined to remain unchanged.
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