Kim_Li_0078

#DARK ROMANCE 
Lin Yueyao spent five years of her youth married to Shen Xiao, a man whose heart was as cold as steel. She believed that her gentleness would eventually melt his indifference, but the only thing that melted was her own dignity.

Every night, she endured his cruel touch, his words like blades, and his silent disgust. But no matter how much it hurt, Yueyao clung on – for the sake of their son, Xuanxuan, and for the sliver of hope that someday he might see her.

That hope shattered completely when his first love, Bai Zhi, returned from abroad. The very night Bai Zhi came back, Shen Xiao left Yueyao alone to dine with her. His gaze, once cold and dismissive, turned tender only for Bai Zhi.

Then, just as Yueyao discovered she was pregnant again, Shen Xiao handed her divorce papers. Abandoned while carrying his child, betrayed by her husband, and discarded like a stain on his life, Yueyao’s world collapsed.

Even their son, Xuanxuan – the little boy she’d nearly died giving birth to, the one she raised with unwavering devotion – rejected her, clinging instead to Bai Zhi with innocent adoration.

But fate was crueler still.

Kidnapped straight from her hospital bed by men demanding ransom, Yueyao realised no one was coming to save her. Her husband hadn’t even noticed she was missing. As she lay in that abandoned factory, trembling in pain, all illusions crumbled.

She was done waiting for love from a man who treated her like dirt.

This time, she would save herself. And when she returned, it wouldn’t be as the pitiful Mrs. Shen, but as a woman reborn from ashes – with a heart no longer beating for Shen Xiao.

But will he realise her worth only when it’s too late?

Love After Divorce: Her Second Chance

Summoning every last shred of strength left in her battered bones, she staggered towards the half-open door, gripping the brass handle with trembling, blood-stained fingers.

For one terrifying moment, it wouldn't budge. Her pulse skyrocketed into a deafening roar in her ears as panic clawed up her throat.

'Please… please open… please…'

She pushed again, harder this time, her entire body weight slamming into the door.

It creaked open with a reluctant groan.

She slipped out into the smoky hallway, her bare feet slapping against the cold tiles.

Neon lights flickered overhead, staining her vision with harsh pinks and purples as she stumbled past curtained rooms.

Muffled moans and drunken laughter leaked from behind each velvet drape, each sound slicing deeper into her sanity.

Her chest heaved with ragged gasps, every breath scraping her raw throat like shards of glass.

Chapter 27; please open...