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Every time there was a rumor about my celebrity husband, he would give me a diamond ring as compensation. We have been married for three years, and the number of diamond rings I've received is enough to hold an exhibition.

He always said to me, "It's for work, I hope you understand."

Looking at the phone, with taunting messages sent by an actress rumored to be involved with my husband, I decided to let go.

But after I left the divorce papers and boarded a flight to the United States, my husband went crazy in front of all the media.

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Rumors of my husband with a popular actress were all over the place, dominating several trending searches.

Just then, I received a message from the actress:

[What makes you, a mere agent, worthy of Brother Yanqing? If you know what's good for you, keep your distance from Brother Yanqing, or don't blame me for being rude!]

The tone was unabashedly provocative, and I sat on the sofa in a daze for a long time. How many times has it been?

Each time a rumor spread about my husband, he would give me a huge diamond ring as compensation.

Married to him for three years, the diamond rings filled up a whole floor's display cabinet. Everyone envied that I married a generous husband and marveled at my good fortune.

But the bitterness and heartache were something only I knew.

I've been cleaning up his messes for three years, but now, looking at those taunting messages on my phone, I know it's time for this relationship to end.

I turned off my phone and began drafting a divorce agreement.

Just as I was about to start writing, my husband Shen Yanqing opened the door and came in.

He was holding a delicate box and casually said to me, "Sorry I'm late again, here's a gift for you."

I opened it to take a look, and sure enough, it was another diamond ring. The diamond was large and brilliant; what used to symbolize beautiful love, something meant for just once in a lifetime, had become a mere throwaway item to pacify me.

Before marrying him, I too had fantasies about love, but he personally shattered those fantasies, crushing them to dust.

Since he doesn't love me, I choose to leave.

I handed him the divorce agreement, indicating for him to sign.

Shen Yanqing signed it with a flourish, not even looking, as gracefully as if he were signing an autograph for a fan.

As his wife and agent, I often helped him handle various documents; these past three years, he had grown accustomed to it.

If only he had taken one more glance, he would have known it was a divorce agreement.

But he didn't.

After he signed, Shen Yanqing finally had time to notice my slightly haggard face, with a look of concern all over his.

"Didn't rest well? You look pale."

"Once I finish shooting this movie, how about I take you on a honeymoon?"

I've lost count of how many times he has promised, but once this movie finishes, there's always another. I know he will never have time for me.

And I no longer want to wait.