Para sacrificar esposa e filhos pelo amor platônico, quer divorciar e você chora por quê?

In my past life, Zhou Chenyan forcibly performed an abortion on the child in my womb, all just to make his adopted sister smile. Meanwhile, my brother who fought desperately for me had his leg broken by Zhou Chenyan and was thrown into northern Myanmar, his fate unknown.

Now, after being given a second chance at life, my heart still bore a hollow wound, cold winds piercing through it.

A sweet, coquettish female voice sounded in my ear—

“Sister Yan Yan, this was specially chosen for you by Ayan. It’s a handcrafted custom piece by Frankie, limited to only ten in the world! It’s really meaningful!”

Zhou Zizi laughed softly as she showed me the card that came with the bracelet.

On it was written: “My love for you will never waver, even unto death.”

Looking at the vividly lifelike gardenias on the bracelet, a wave of bitter irony surged within me.

I once told Zhou Chenyan that if one day he wanted a divorce, he didn’t need to say much—just give me a silver bracelet.

Seven years ago, on my birthday, my mother went to pick up a gift for me but was tragically killed in a car accident.

The day after my mother’s death, my father brought his mistress into the household, along with a younger sister just two years my junior.

Until her last breath, my mother clutched tightly onto the silver bracelet engraved with gardenias.

The blood had blurred the engravings, making the sight all the more harrowing.

Now, Zhou Chenyan had chosen such a gift to celebrate our wedding anniversary.

My fingers trembled slightly,