“Signing the divorce papers myself,” Lin Wei stated coolly, staring down at the pen in her hand. Her reflection in the glass door showed a woman who’d aged ten years overnight. Her usually demure face was set in a grim line, and the expensive designer bag slung over her shoulder felt heavier than any actual weight.

Wang Chen rushed towards her, his voice desperate. “Wei Wei, are you really doing this? Think about it! We’ve been together for seven years! Just give me one more chance.”

Lin Wei didn’t even bother to look up. She was so used to his tears and pleas that it almost became background noise. It was the same script, different day. She ripped the papers from his grasp and scribbled her signature in bold, black ink.

His face fell. But instead of throwing a tantrum, he sank into a silent sulk. Honestly, it was getting tedious. She’d given him too many chances. Every time he swore it would be different, every time he promised to change, and every time he failed.