Julian and I are both crazy. On our wedding day, I smashed his head open, and he choked me while cursing, "Sienna, don't even dream of happiness in this life, unless you die." For three years of marriage, we were like beasts in a cage, tearing at each other ceaselessly. I wished I could grind his bones to dust. He wished he could skin me alive. But when I really died... He wanted to play Ghost with me. 1 When I found Julian, he was cuddled up with a girl in a white dress. Light makeup, looking like a fresh lotus flower. Ignoring the diagnosis report in my bag, I pulled out my Dior #999 lipstick and touched up my lips. "Having fun, Julian?" My appearance didn't cause a ripple. Julian didn't even bother to lift his eyelids. This scene... His crew was used to it. I walked straight over, yanked the girl up, and raised my hand to slap her face— The girl turned pale, tears welling up. "Julian, save me!" "Sienna, you dare touch her!" Julian grabbed my left wrist, standing up and glaring at me with gritted teeth. "Try me." My free right hand swung around and slapped his face. Slap. Loud and clear. I lifted my chin. "Well? Satisfied?" The next second, my neck was being strangled. I looked at his furious expression and smirked sarcastically. "Your eyesight is getting worse. Which part of her looks like my sister?" The grip on my neck tightened instantly. Oxygen was running out. I breathed with difficulty. He squinted at me. "Likewise. That college boy you're sponsoring doesn't even compare to a fraction of my brother." 2 Everyone in the private room had left. Even the girl who was screaming earlier had been dragged away. They were used to it. I've been married to Julian for three years. Scenes like this had played out in front of them hundreds of times. Every time Julian blatantly sought out some innocent-looking girl to have fun with, I'd give him face by making a scene. No matter how messy it got, they never intervened. After all, nothing compared to the scene at our wedding. It should have been a sweet wedding, full of vows of eternal love. Instead, Julian told me, "Do you know why I'm marrying you?" "With two lives on your conscience, don't ever dream of happiness." I realized then that this wedding was his long-planned revenge. I have a fiery temper and never take a loss. So I turned around, grabbed a vase, and smashed it over his head. Blood streamed down his forehead. He wiped it off, and with his blood-stained hand, he choked me. "It's because of your disgusting personality that they died. Sienna, you deserve to die." Newylweds choking each other, blood splattering on the wedding dress. We both wished the other would go to hell. But the wedding continued. With my red, strangled neck and his bleeding forehead. We completed a bizarre, accursed ceremony. From then on, we tortured each other tirelessly for three years. But now, I don't want to play anymore. Because I don't want to carry the Fu name even after death, to be a ghost of the Fu family. 3 "Divorce." The next day, I brought the divorce papers to Julian's company. He frowned at the papers. His assistant glanced at me. In their eyes, we were just "two lunatics." Tormenting each other, but never mentioning divorce. They speculated I wouldn't let go of Julian because of his money. And Julian wouldn't divorce me to deal with his family. Indeed, the only benefit of being with Julian was financial security. So, in the divorce agreement, I demanded an equal split of assets. Julian tore it up in front of me. "Want to take my money and run off with your college boy?" I shrugged. "Once divorced, it's my money. None of your business if I run off with a college boy or a college girl." "Keep. Dreaming. In this life, we are tied together until death." I've heard similar words many times. But every time, every single time, it still stung. Who would have thought the person who accompanied me through my darkest, most helpless moments... Would personally drag me into the abyss just when I thought I was about to find happiness. His appearance wasn't salvation; it was to tell me I hadn't reached hell yet. Then he kicked me down. The current Julian isn't the old Julian. And he isn't my Julian. I lowered my eyes, clenching my fists tight to control my emotions. When I looked up again, my face was calm. "Then if I die, we're done, right?" 4 After leaving the company, I went to the cemetery and stayed from dawn till dusk. In the evening, I drove to my parents' house for dinner. Both parents were there. But no one spoke. The atmosphere was oppressive. I broke the silence. "I went to see my sister and Lucas today." The atmosphere solidified further. My mom put down her chopsticks and left the table. "I'm full." My dad continued eating silently, indifferent to my words. He finished faster than me and left the table first. I called out to him, "Dad, starting tomorrow, I might be gone... for a long time." He paused. "You've always had your own mind. Who can control you?" In the end, only I was left at the table, eating cold rice. Tears fell onto the table, drop by drop. That night, I didn't return to the marital home but went to the small apartment I bought before marriage. Before sleeping, I booked a flight to Dali, checked my balance, and transferred a large sum to the college student I sponsored. Early the next morning, I found him standing properly downstairs. "Ms. Xu, you already sent me money this month." I had corrected him before not to call me Ms. Xu; it sounded old. But he never changed, so I stopped forcing him. I sipped my soy milk. "I sent the future payments all at once. Is it enough? While I'm still around, if it's not enough, I can send more." "I graduate next year. I don't need this much. I'll return the extra." Honest kid. I stuffed the last dumpling into my mouth. "It's useless to me anyway." "Did something happen, Ms. Xu? Can I help?" I blinked. "You're on break, right? I'll take you on a trip." One more ticket to Dali. Photos of me touring with the college student filled my social media. It was fun. But a body with cancer cells couldn't handle it. Right now, I was vomiting my guts out in the hotel bathroom. Stomach and abdomen cramping in waves, I curled up by the toilet. My phone rang again and again. It was Julian. 5 But I didn't even have the strength to reach out and hang up, so I just let it ring. The stomach cramps continued. I threw up into the toilet again. The cycle repeated until I couldn't tell where the pain was coming from. Finally, my body calmed down. I sat on the floor, hugging myself. Suddenly felt so useless. Julian got his way with the marriage. And he gets his way with my death. He'll be so smug when he finds out. When I finally recovered enough, I composed myself and called Julian back. My voice had no trace of the sickness or sobbing from before. "What?" He was fiercer than me, almost roaring, "Sienna, is this how you disgust me? Delete those photos!" "If you don't like wearing a green hat (being cheated on), then divorce me." Julian always knew how to poke my wounds. "If my brother saw you like this, he'd be disgusted." The abdominal pain returned. I bit my lip, enduring it desperately. "If my sister saw the cheap knockoff you found, she'd be stomping her feet in anger too." Of course, I wasn't bad at poking his wounds either. We were always like this, tit for tat. He hung up in anger, even forgetting to curse me to die. The doorbell rang. Percy stood at the door holding a pink pig-shaped cotton candy. "Ms. Xu, saw this downstairs, so I bought one for you." Seeing someone who looked 80% like him holding the exact same cotton candy made me dazed for a moment. The grievances in my heart exploded instantly. My tears broke the dam. "Let me tell you a story."
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