Wrong Love, Bitter Revenge: A Divorcee's Journey

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sunlight outside aggressively poured in, blinding her as it pierced through the smal

ession filled with contempt. "Dr. Lu is waiti

d, everyone looked down on her, calling her a worthless, single mot

st her job at the packaging factory. The one who had her committed

y hugged her frail shoulders, silently stepping outside. The cold

five days in a ward. What a drama queen! She was qu

essionless face back. "You think I w

lent, awkwardly a

and nurses all knew she wasn't mentally ill, yet they had kept her there for five d

eded to "cool off" was because sh

ater a day. The rice porridge they brought was always cold. On the second night, she developed a high fever, yet the nurses never bothered to check on her. The

, a dream that seemed to bleed into reality. When she finally awoke, it

reality were blurred, and she re

n. In a fit of uncontrollable rage, she stormed into the school and slapped the woman in front o

stained with tears. "Sister-in-law, you're misunderst

g? She was stup

to mention their wedding house. "Sister-in-law, don't think too much. Lu is only letting

glaring coldly at Xie Yunshu. "Yunshu, you don

never meddled with your salary, but today I found out you gave her

another woman, and he was handing over fifty out of his sixt

ghed deeply. "Xie Yunshu is mentally unstable.

t had shattered in that moment. Her husb

that face?

nstinctively removed his coat and draped it over her shoulders. "Don't catch

eld warmth, but it carried a faint scent of s

o the hospital was a last resort. Xinyue is a single mother with a child. She d

ld back, turning her head to mock him. "You gave her our wedding house to live in

ue a certificate. It won't affect you. As for me and Xinyue

ith a doctor's certificate, people still thought she was crazy. And in h

her. Perhaps nothing physical had happened between her an

. When Lu Zhixing reunited with her years later, it was under shocking circumstances. She had been kidnapped and sold to an elderly man in a remote village. The years

n, Lu Zhixing beca

his work. As she entered the apartment, she didn't wait for h

aroma of cooked food

, his broad back turned to her as he cooked. Hearing the sound of her arrival, he smil

ing bowls of rice. Anyone who saw this wou

ad lived through in the dream, Xie Yunshu might still

s with eggs on the table. Sitting across from her, his voice

wife in a mental hospital for ano

ing eggs and meat without any hesitat

chatter away, and he would simply listen, occasionally offering a kind word. Now, Xie Yunshu said noth

away, showing no intention of washing the dishes.