Zhou Lin's demand was something Cheng Zhiwei could not fulfill, but giving him their two children was even more impossible.
It seemed men were inherently despicable, using children to trap women.
Her eyes brimmed with redness; it had been three years, and once again she felt humiliated and powerless because of him.
"Zhou Lin, back then I didn't hand the children over to you according to our agreement, but now that you already have a child, must you cruelly separate us?" Cheng Zhiwei's voice carried a patience laced with a choked tone.
"Zhiwei, you know it's not about the children for me, it's about you," Zhou Lin grasped her shoulders forcefully, his intent had always been to keep her.
But she wouldn't give him a chance.
He had no other choice.
Cheng Zhiwei felt an overwhelming sense of irony; it wasn't about her at all, it was all for himself.