It was difficult for Song Qiyue to breathe in the dark.

Suddenly, she opened her eyes. Under the faint moonlight, she saw the man lying on top of her. "Zhanbei? You're back!"

"Shut up!"

She couldn't help but let out a cry of pain from her tightly pursed lips due to the sudden pang of pain.

It was too painful... Her body felt as though it was being torn apart. At once, her back was covered in a layer of cold sweat. 

This was his first time coming home after three years of being married to her...

Internally, she was shocked and intimidated at the same time. 

She hadn't heard from him for a long time. Why did he suddenly come home in the middle of the night?

"Ha. Isn't this what you have always wanted?" The man snorted spitefully.

Qiyue was in so much pain that she brushed off his words and could only think about pushing him away. However, she held the urge back while biting her lips as he took advantage of her.

She thought to herself, "It's okay. It's really okay." 

She had been waiting for this moment for so many years. This pain was nothing compared to her desperation.

Once the faint smell of blood permeated the air, the man rolled out of bed and left the bedroom.

Mu Zhanbei turned on the lights when he entered the room again.

Qiyue subconsciously raised her hand to block herself from the sudden bright light. When her eyes finally got used to the glaring light, the man said calmly, "Let's divorce."

She instantly froze as if the fresh blood on her body had dried off. With a stunned look, she asked, "Zhanbei, what did you say?"

"I gave you what you wanted. Ranran is now pregnant and I have to be responsible to her." There was a trace of fatigue in the man's accentuated facial features. Then, he frowned at her and briefly took a cold glance at the bedside table. "Take the medicine and sign this."

Her sister Song Ranran was pregnant? With his child?

Flustered, Qiyue turned her head to look at the document.

Bold and large letters—Divorce Decree—suddenly came into sight.

Sitting next to the document was a glass of water and a light pink pill.

Her heart, which was warm a moment ago, felt as though it was suddenly stabbed by a cold and sharp knife. She felt disfigured and it was so painful that she could hardly breathe.

Just like that, she fell straight into the pits of Hell from Heaven.

It was humiliating and confusing. At the same time, these feelings were accompanied by a dull pain.

With bloodshot eyes, Qiyue asked, "Why, Zhanbei? I am your wife. Why did you let my sister be pregnant with your child? You two are ridiculous!"

Zhanbei smirked and raised his hand to pinch her chin. Then, he said disdainfully, "Song Qiyue, did you think I would marry you if you didn't cause Ranran to be sexually assaulted? You should have predicted your ending from the day you got married!"

As she watched his eyes that were full of disgust and resentment, she sneered, "Mu Zhanbei, you are so cruel."

"This is nothing compared to your dirty tactics!" Zhanbei's eyes were full of hatred. Gritting his teeth, he pushed her aside and said, "Take the medicine."

"Do you think I wanted to marry you? If it wasn't because of the Mu family who came to ask for my hand, I would rather marry a beggar instead!"

She finished her words angrily and immediately went to swallow the pill with some water. 

"I will arrange for someone to come over to collect the document tomorrow after you finish signing it," said Zhanbei emotionlessly before he turned around and strode away.

As soon as she heard the sound of the door shutting, she lifted the quilt and got out of bed. Barefooted, she rushed into the bathroom hastily.

After a few relentless retching attempts, she finally spat out the pink pill. A bitter yet pitiful smile appeared on her pale face.

In that moment, she was so beautiful that no one dared to look straight at her.