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When Zhuang Ming came back, I had just hung up the lawyer's call.

He looked very tired, still wearing his suit.

The smell of alcohol on him was overwhelming, making one feel nauseous.

He looked disdainfully at the overturned dining table, the messy living room.

"Was there an earthquake at home? Couldn't you tidy up a bit?"

"I find you're getting lazier. Don't tell me it's because of work again; you're just a deputy manager. Are you really that busy?"

"Did you invite your girlfriends over for a party again? I've told you to stop fooling around with them! But you never listen!"

He glanced at the dining table again, looking dissatisfied,

"How many of you were there anyway! Ate so much food, spilled wine everywhere! Does this wine cost nothing! If you don't drink it, don't waste it!"

I stared at him closely as he went on his drunken rant.

He noticed the belt in the trash can and picked it up.

"Whose is this? It's new. Who did you buy it for? Is it for another man? If you're going to throw it away, throw it far enough so I don't have to see it!"

He actually turned the tables on me.

"I bought it for you, but realized you didn't need it, so I threw it away."

I silently stared at the belt around his waist; he suddenly sobered up quite a bit.

Awkwardly, he touched the belt, which was a gift from his true love.

"Oh, don't misunderstand, today I was just helping Ya with a favor, and this belt was given to me for pairing with the suit because you know mine's too old."

"Yes, too old, it's been seven years, should be replaced."

Could Zhuang Ming not get what I meant?

Feeling a bit guilty and uneasy.

He hurriedly explained about organizing the wedding.

"There's nothing between me and Ya, just a ceremony to fulfill her wish. You know, her getting upset is not good, and even the doctor said she doesn't have long to live. You can't be jealous of someone who's dying, right?"

Yes, not long to live.

They say it's late-stage cancer, always claiming to be dying, yet it's been almost two years, still not dead yet.

Every time Zhuang Ming is away, her condition worsens; once he appears, she gets better.

And every time I visit her, she's all dolled up, looking rosy without a trace of illness.

Anyone with eyes could see she was faking, but Zhuang Ming couldn't.

Or maybe pretending not to see.

"If she's sick, go see a doctor. Are you a miracle doctor? Or can you use magic? Would hosting a wedding cure her?"

Zhuang Ming didn't know how to refute, looking around uncomfortably.

"You're so petty! I said it's fake, many friends were present, everyone knew it was a joke, why can't you let it go?"

"No wonder Ya said not to tell you, haha, she even said not to agitate you, to care for your feelings!"

"See how considerate she is!"

"The deputy manager position back then was even given to you by her, you don't know how to be grateful? Are you heartless?"

In the company, I excelled in all aspects, my boss would always give me extra bonuses and raises every year, while his true love did nothing but dress seductively to allure men.

And now it's said she gave up the deputy manager position for me?

I never expected these words to come from my husband of seven years!

"Zhuang Ming! All these years of marriage, I repeatedly asked to hold a wedding, and you always made various excuses, yet today, our seven-year anniversary! You're marrying another woman? Do you still regard me as your wife?"

"I told you it's just a ceremony! It's fake, we didn't register, what's your rush? I always told you, I don't care about formalities! Isn't coming home every night enough?"

"Let me tell you, tonight Ya's condition worsened, I wanted to stay by her side, yet she insisted I come back! To be with you for the anniversary! I didn't expect you to go crazy on me as soon as I got home! She even bought you a gift!"

So now, my husband was handed over to me by her?

Tears filled my eyes as I looked at Zhuang Ming in disbelief, he angrily threw the gift away, slammed the door, and went into the room.

As for the gift, I naturally understood what it meant.

It was Xu Ya's provocation, her declaration of victory towards me.

The dropped note on the gift even read 'Happy seven-year anniversary, Brother Ming and Sister Bai'.

Meaning, Zhuang Ming knowingly ignored our anniversary, not only he knew, but Ya knew too.

If he had forgotten today, at least I'd have an excuse to comfort myself, thinking he was too busy.

Now it seems, he simply doesn't care about me at all.

I walked into the room feeling hopeless, finding him already sound asleep.

After venting his anger at me, he could always sleep peacefully.

Before long, my phone rang, it was a video from Ya, his true love.

"Seven years, so what? As long as I want, she'd do anything for me. Including the wedding you begged for seven years and never got!"

In the video, Zhuang Ming tenderly bowed his head, carefully putting a ring on him, then they passionately kissed, guests cheered and celebrated.

This was Xu Ya's true face, she always used her secret account to secretly send me videos.

I was too lazy to show Zhuang Ming the video, too lazy to unveil Xu Ya.

Silently, I saved one video after another.

Soon she added, "In no time, you will see our video in the hotel bed. By then, Sister Bai, enjoy it well."

Previously, every time I saw such videos, my heart ached to the point I couldn't breathe, but this time, I started to gloat, these would be powerful evidence for divorce and splitting assets.