Divorce Lawsuit

Jiang Yanxu's glare could have burned through steel. The hatred he'd been holding onto for eleven years now simmered dangerously in his chest. His voice, cold and jagged, cut through the silence like the roar of a beast trapped in a cage, "Go to hell."

Had his hands and feet not been bound, he would have torn Ye Xinren apart with his fists. Every word that came from Ye Xinren's lips, every breath, felt like an open wound in his heart. If Ye Xinren died here and now, Jiang Yanxu wouldn't hesitate to watch it happen. No regret. Just a bitter satisfaction. And he would spit on his corpse, proudly.

But Ye Xinren only laughed—an unnerving sound, high-pitched and gleeful, like a child mocking an adult. The laughter bounced around the room, each giggle a sharp needle against Jiang Yanxu's already frayed nerves.

"What's so funny?" Jiang Yanxu's voice was barely a whisper, but it cracked like thunder in the tense air. Ye Xinren's presence, his mockery, was like a mental affliction, driving Jiang Yanxu to the brink of insanity. He could almost hear the laughter gnawing at his soul.

Ye Xinren's eyes gleamed as he stepped closer, his face twisted into a smug grin. "Don't you miss me? You said you loved me once. Does it feel like you're suffocating now, my hubby? Weren't I everything to you back then? Doesn't my love mean something to you?"

The words landed like poison in Jiang Yanxu's gut, their sweetness turned to bile in his throat. He'd once believed those lies—once thought that Ye Xinren was the center of his world. Now, they were grotesque, empty echoes of a past he wished to forget. The very thought of them made his skin crawl.

Ye Xinren crouched in front of him, his gaze piercing into Jiang Yanxu's soul. The arrogance was unbearable. "Ten years ago, you were the envy of everyone—handsome, successful. But look at you now. You're nothing but a broken old man. Pathetic."

Jiang Yanxu's lips curled into a bitter smile, but his eyes were filled with contempt. "Enough of your games," he spat. "What do you want from me, Ye Xinren? You've already taken everything—my life, my freedom. I have nothing left to give."

Silence stretched between them like a taut wire, vibrating with unspoken words. Then, Ye Xinren spoke, his voice laced with mockery. "Taken everything? Hmm, I'm not sure I agree with that." He stood abruptly, his movements fluid and deliberate, like a predator circling its prey.

Jiang Yanxu's hatred surged, a storm brewing within him. But he kept his composure. Years of training in the corporate world had taught him restraint. Still, his fists clenched, and his chest heaved with barely contained fury.

Ye Xinren, looking pleased with himself, walked toward a black bag discarded on the floor. He retrieved a folder and a pen, the plastic creaking in his hands like the prelude to a great tragedy. He returned to the table, placing the folder and pen in front of Jiang Yanxu with a flourish. "Sign it," he demanded, his tone icy and authoritative.

Jiang Yanxu's gaze fell to the document, his eyes narrowing as he read the words. The sheer audacity of Ye Xinren—filing for divorce after all these years, after everything they'd been through—almost broke him. He laughed bitterly, a hollow sound that echoed in the room.

"You waited until now?" Jiang Yanxu's voice shook, but not from fear. It was from rage. "I've been locked away in prison for ten years, and now, after all this time, you want me to sign this? Why not earlier? Why now?"

Ye Xinren tilted his head, the corners of his lips curling into a smirk. "I was busy. Busy with my new boyfriend, actually. You know, he's been a much more satisfying pet than you ever were." The mockery in his words was like a slap to Jiang Yanxu's face.

For a moment, Jiang Yanxu's vision blurred, his mind spinning with the weight of Ye Xinren's words. He had always known Ye Xinren was capable of cruelty, but this? This was beyond betrayal. This was the deepest kind of humiliation. And yet, Jiang Yanxu didn't flinch. He wasn't going to give Ye Xinren the satisfaction.

He lifted his chin, the fire in his eyes never wavering. "I'll sign it. I've already lost everything, so what does it matter now?" His voice was steady, though a storm raged behind his calm facade.

Ye Xinren's grin widened, clearly delighted by the submission. "Think of it as a surprise for your release day, babe." The casual cruelty in his words made Jiang Yanxu want to burn the entire world down.

With a deliberate slowness, Jiang Yanxu took the pen and signed the divorce papers. It was a finality, a closing of a chapter he never wanted to begin but had no choice but to end. As the ink dried, a sense of relief washed over him, but the anger remained—seething, unquenchable.

But just as he thought it was over, Ye Xinren reached into the folder again. This time, a different document was placed in front of him. A dangerous, wicked smile spread across Ye Xinren's face as he spoke, his voice low and taunting, "You said you had nothing left, but it seems you were wrong. I found something much more valuable. A little gift from your father to Yan An."

At the mention of Yan An, Jiang Yanxu's world came crashing down. His pulse spiked, his breath caught in his throat. His eyes darted to the document, disbelief clouding his thoughts.

Before he could react, his fist slammed against the wooden table, the force shaking the room. His voice thundered with rage, a roar that seemed to shake the very walls around him. "How dare you! How dare you!" His face was twisted in fury, his eyes burning with hatred. "So this is your real plan? To destroy everything, even my legacy?! You—"

But before he could finish, a man behind him tightened the rope around his neck, cutting off his words and leaving him gasping for breath. Panic surged through Jiang Yanxu as he clawed at the rope, but it was futile. His vision began to fade, his strength ebbing away. The pain was suffocating, his body fighting for air, but the anger—oh, the anger—would never leave him.