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The moment those words left He Li Yan's lips, I suddenly felt a wave of doubt wash over me. After loving him for so many years, did he ever truly love me back?
The affection we once shared now seemed shrouded in ambiguity.
In the following days, I made a scene, cried, and even threatened to take my own life.
Yet, He Li Yan continued his infidelities without a hint of remorse.
Gradually, I became numb to it all.
My father, He Li Yan's father...
The men in their circle all seemed to have mistresses.
So it felt almost natural that He Li Yan would have one too.
But deep down, jealousy still lingered in my heart.
So when I found out that He Li Yan took a small influencer to Bali on my birthday, I was consumed by rage and stormed into the villa where they were staying with my bodyguards.
I smashed everything I could find in that villa.
Then I left without looking back.
When He Li Yan found out what I had done, he was furious.
He shouted at me over the phone, "Wen Li, why are you acting like a shrew?!"
"Look at what you've done! What man can tolerate a woman like this?!"
I felt a surge of satisfaction and replied, "If you can't stand it, then you can divorce me."
He Li Yan was momentarily taken aback, suddenly at a loss for words.
Later that evening, he called me, his tone softening. "Wen Li, I was wrong today. Please don’t be angry anymore."
"I've already cut ties with her," he reassured me. "I'll return to the country tomorrow to make amends, okay?"
"There's no need," I replied coldly. "He Li Yan, you’re truly disgusting."
He fell silent.
After a while, he said bitterly, "I'm sorry."
I ignored him.
Later that night at the bar, I ran into Xu Jiasheng.
He was like a little deity I had raised.
In the car, I asked He Li Yan, "What do you plan to do about Xiao Que'er?"
He Li Yan replied heavily, "She isn't after money."
I could sense a hint of reluctance in his voice.
Suddenly, I felt a wave of empathy.
"Then why not take this opportunity to divorce me?" I asked tentatively.
He Li Yan was taken aback and suddenly looked at me.
I met his gaze calmly. "I think this is good for both of us."
He Li Yan fell silent.
Our marriage had long been a mere formality.
The current situation was undoubtedly an opportunity for me.
It allowed me to separate from He Li Yan openly while also providing an explanation to my family.
He Li Yan did not see it that way.
In his anger, he followed me back to my place.
This was the house we had once shared.
Since I had caused a scene in Bali a year ago, he had not set foot here again.
Now, as He Li Yan looked at the villa I had redecorated, his eyes reflected unfamiliarity.
In truth, he had never visited this house often.
With so many mistresses outside, he naturally had to provide for them as well.
Thus, this house had merely served as a symbol of our marriage.
Now, even that symbol had lost its significance.
I walked in wearing high heels, grabbed a bottle of milk from the fridge, and sat down on the sofa, sipping while looking at He Li Yan, who was still standing at the door. "Come in."
He Li Yan walked in with a serious expression.
"I've renovated," I said, taking a sip of milk. "There aren't any extra guest rooms. Are you going back tonight?"
He Li Yan finally erupted. "Wen Li!"
"What do you mean?!"
I replied slowly, "Literally."
"Are you really planning to divorce me?" He strode over and grabbed my arm. "Wen Li, are you set on this?"
I pulled away from his grip. "You hurt me."
He Li Yan loosened his hold slightly. "I'm sorry, I didn't control my strength just now."
"You're too sensitive." He softened his tone to coax me. "Please don't be mad at me, okay?"
"I'm not mad anymore." I rubbed my wrist. "That's why I said I want a divorce."
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