Chapter 13

Chapter 13

The divorce went smoothly.

Shen Jincheng and I were of the same mind on one thing: we didn’t notify our parents, agreeing to wait for the right time to go public.

However, Shen Jincheng made a request.

He said he had already paid me the settlement and had followed my demands by getting the divorce and destroying the admission notice.

Now, he only asked that I give him that videotape.

I didn’t agree.

Give it to him? Not a chance.

That tape would forever be my sword.

With it, Bai Hezhi could forget about ever going to university.

With it, Shen Jincheng wouldn’t dare slander or defame me.

Whether to make it public, and when to do so, depended entirely on my mood-and on whether they behaved themselves.

On the day the divorce was finalized, I asked Shen Jincheng what he planned to do next. Would he marry Bai Hezhi?

Shen Jincheng said coldly, “None of your damn business.”

He told me he had recognized the man who hit him that night.

Lu Junrong, a Director from Gangcheng. He had previously published information in the newspapers about an open casting call, and recently, many actresses from theater troupes across various provinces and cities had come to West City to audition.

Shen Jincheng mocked me for being calculating, claiming I had planned to climb the social ladder and become someone’s mistress from the very start. He wished me a high flight and a hard fall, hoping I’d be abandoned sooner rather than later.

I have manners.

I wished him and Bai Hezhi a long life together as the adulterous couple they were, and told him to watch his step so he wouldn’t get struck dead by lightning.

Finally, I gave him a word of warning.

Bai Hezhi might look pure, but she was actually quite calculating. That night, when we were fighting like that, he had defended her with his life, yet her only thought was going to university. She hadn’t cared at all whether he ended up branded as a rapist.

I advised him to keep a close eye on his little bride, lest she run off with another man.

Shen Jincheng took offense at my harsh words, cursed at me a few times, and walked away without looking back.

I turned and walked in the opposite direction.

Nearly thirty years of marriage and the entanglements of two lifetimes had finally reached a temporary conclusion.

From now on, our paths diverged; we would never cross paths again until the day we died.