I pull my thoughts back and keep staring at the photo on my phone.

The group in the picture is all cozy and lively, the vibe so warm and happy.

Even Lin Yuji, who’s always given me the cold shoulder, has this soft smile tugging at his eyes.

Right after, Xu Chen chimes in with a message: “Just a heads-up—since they’re meeting the parents, those two might be patching things up soon. Better cut your losses while you can.”

Cut my losses, huh?

I guess I’ve always been the type to push for more.

But maybe cutting my losses is the smarter move here.

Looking at that cheerful bunch in the photo, after two years of marriage, I get my first real urge to file for divorce.

Before, I figured I’d hang on until Lin Yuji wanted out to end this thing.

Now, I think I’d rather save myself some dignity.

…

I’m not one to drag my feet.

Once the idea hits, I track down a lawyer and get a divorce agreement drafted right away.

That afternoon, I send the electronic version over to Lin Yuji.

“I had a lawyer draft a divorce agreement—take a look and let me know if you’ve got any conditions to add.”

“If there’s no issue, I’ll mail you the hard copy—please sign it when you get a chance.”

I’ve been forcing myself to stay upbeat all day, and after sending the message, I collapse onto my bed, exhausted, waiting for his reply.

But after a few hours, Lin Yuji still hasn’t responded.

Probably too busy with his sweetheart to care, I suppose.