Before she could finish her words, she
pretended to “faint” in Gu Mohan’s arms.
Gu Mohan picked up Lin Ruoxue, turned to
me, his eyes as cold as if he were looking at
a stranger.
“Su Shiyuan, you are too much! Apologize to
Ruoxue immediately!”
After a few seconds, Lin Ruoxue seemed to
feel that the time was right and woke up.
“Brother Mohan, I’m pregnant.” She touched
her lower abdomen in front of me.
Lin Ruoxue stretched out her hand weakly,
tears streaming down her face, “She said that
even if I have your child, Brother Mohan…I
can’t bear…our child…”
“What?!” Gu Mohan’s expression also
changed.
Lin Ruoxue smiled triumphantly and
innocently: “I think, should Miss Su consider
moving out? After all, children need complete
homes.”
Gu Mohan did not immediately refute her
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words.
“I didn’t push her!”
“Brother Mohan…it hurts…our child…I can’t
keep it…” Lin Ruoxue cried against his chest.
The anger in Gu Mohan’s eyes burst out
instantly: “Su Wanqing! How can you be so
vicious!”
He rushed to me and slapped me heavily in
the face.
The pain on my face was hot, but it was not
as unbearable as the despair in my heart.
“Enough! Get out! Immediately! Immediately!
We’re divorced!” Gu Mohan took out the
black card and threw it on my face, roaring
with red eyes, “I thought you were just petty,
but I didn’t expect you to be so vicious!”
Lin Ruoxue was lying in his arms.
“As you wish, Gu Mohan” I picked up the
black card, for the last time.
“This is the 33rd time. It’s clear.”
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Gu Mohan was stunned, he didn’t seem to
realize what I meant.
Lin Ruoxue was overjoyed to hear this.
Without nostalgia, without paying attention to
their expressions. Leaving a word, I turned
around and left.
“I hope she gives you a son, don’t waste your
good genes.”
Immediately, I turned on my phone and turned
on the candle on the foreign wish
organization in the dark web!
Chapter 2
The Wish Organization could make any wish
come true.
I was about to experience the joy of being
filthy rich and utterly free. All I asked from the
Wish Organization was a clean slate, a brand
new life.
Back at the house, I grabbed the bag I’d left
by the door. Inside were the divorce papers
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I’d prepped in advance.
My journal, the one that chronicled thirty-
three acts of betrayal. Thirty–three black
cards. And the ring.
I arranged everything neatly on the entryway
console, then walked out the door to start my
new life abroad.
The second Blake closed the hospital door,
Ashley’s sickly act vanished. A smug smile
spread across her face.
She rubbed her flat stomach, muttered to
herself.
“Wow, I’m good. I almost believed my own
bullshit.”
Blake returned home, exhausted. The moment
he walked in, he was hit with silence.
No delicious smells of dinner cooking. No soft
greeting. No Olivia, quietly waiting in the
corner.
“Olivia?” He called out, his voice echoing
through the empty house.
Annoyance prickled at him. He loosened his
tie, tossed his briefcase on the couch.
She was just throwing a tantrum. He’d been a
little harsh, sure, but she always knew her
place. She’d be back.
Three days went by. Olivia was still MIA.
He called her, but some robotic voice told
him, “The number you have dialed is no
longer in service.”
On the fourth morning, rushing to get to work,
Blake finally noticed the things neatly
arranged on the console.
A stack of documents, a pile of credit cards,
and a dark blue journal. Oh, and the ring.
He picked up the documents. Divorce papers,
printed out and signed. Olivia’s signature.
“What the hell is this?” He frowned, his gaze
falling on the stack of black cards.
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He counted them. Thirty–three. Each one
marked with a number, from 1 to 33.
He stared at the journal, speechless, clutching
the ring, his eyes stinging.
The journal slipped from his hand, hit the
floor with a dull thud.
He grabbed his phone, dialed Olivia’s number.
“I’m sorry, the number you have dialed has
blocked your number.”
He frantically called my best friend.
“Olivia’s already overseas. Leave her alone.
You don’t deserve her.” She hung up. Cold.
Blake collapsed on the couch.
Ding. A text message.
Ashley: “Honey, when are we going public?
I’m already looking at wedding dresses!
Wanna come?”
“Get your place, you silly bitch, you are
forever just a side hoe, my wife can only be
Olivia.”
He suddenly remembered something we said
on our seventh anniversary:
“The day I leave, you won’t shed a single tear.
But one day, you’ll cry all the tears you didn’t
cry then.”
Back then, he’d just smiled and kissed my forehead. “Silly girl. I’d never let you go.”
But now, I really was gone.
Blake sat in his office.
“Still nothing?”
His assistant shook his head. “Ms. Bennett
seems to have vanished. We’ve checked every
airport, train station, bus terminal. Nothing.”
Blake waved him away, grabbed the blue
journal, flipped through it again.
The words on the page describing the thirty-
third betrayal were blurred, like they’d been
stained with tears.
Ashley’s pregnancy? He suddenly realized
he’d never seen any actual medical proof.
“Check Ashley Carter’s hospital records from
that day.”
The hospital file was on his desk in minutes.
He scanned the report, his face growing
darker and darker.
