Summary
Mo Rao had spent years in a marriage built on obligation rather than love. Born into a lineage of military doctors, her parents had saved Fu Ying’s grandmother, leading the old matriarch to arrange their union. But Mo Rao always knew the truth—Fu Ying’s heart belonged to another, Qu Ru, the woman he had wanted to marry before his grandmother intervened.
Despite their supposed marriage, Fu Ying never fully rejected Mo Rao. In fact, their physical chemistry was undeniable, and for a time, she naively believed it meant something. But the illusion shattered the day he coldly declared, “Qu Ru is back. Let’s get divorced. I’ll transfer the promised assets to your name.”
Desperation flickered in Mo Rao’s eyes. “What if I’m pregnant?” she asked.
Fu Ying’s reply was merciless. “Abort it. I don’t need anything standing between me and Qu Ru.” Then, as if that weren’t enough, he added, “She has leukemia. Your bone marrow is a match. If you donate, I’ll grant you any wish.”
Mo Rao’s heart twisted in pain, but when she met his gaze, her sorrow turned to something sharper—resolve. “And what if my wish is to stay married?”
His expression darkened. “Don’t be greedy, Mo Rao. You know I never loved you.”
Those words were the final straw. She let out a soft, bitter laugh. “Greedy? The only greedy one here is you. You want a divorce to be with Qu Ru, yet you expect me to save her? Life doesn’t work that way, Fu Ying.” With that, she turned her back on him.
For the first time, Fu Ying felt an unfamiliar ache in his chest as he watched her walk away.
When Mo Rao returned, she wasn’t the woman he once knew. No longer the quiet, obedient wife, she had transformed into a dazzling public figure. When they met again, she stood beside another man, her fingers intertwined with his.
Fu Ying smirked, his voice dripping with false confidence. “Didn’t you say you’d only love me?”
Mo Rao’s lips curved into a teasing smile. “Sorry, ex-husband. I was mistaken. You were just a stand-in. The one I truly love is someone else.”