Chapter 1

After I insisted on divorce, my ex-wife suddenly became a millionaire and got together with my best friend.

Meanwhile, I ended up working three jobs a day as a waiter.

When we met again, it was at an upscale club.

My friend said with some regret, "If you hadn't insisted on the divorce back then, you'd be the one enjoying the high life now. In the end, your luck always falls just a bit short."

And she looked on indifferently, holding her new husband's hand, with the composure of someone who had trampled me into the mud.

She let everyone jeer at me, treating me as worthless.

I knew Madison was waiting to see me embarrassed, waiting to see me regret it.

But unfortunately, I remained like an outsider the whole time!

After setting down the fruit platter, I said politely, "Everything's here. If there's nothing else, I'll head out now."

Madison lost control of her emotions a bit and stood up to block my path.

This was the first time we'd met since the divorce six years ago.

She was still fixated on the fact that I had abandoned her, as if she was determined to get an explanation.

Yes, no one could understand why I wanted a divorce.

Back then, we were the perfect match in the eyes of elders and friends, and we got married with everyone's blessing.

Although we didn't live in luxury, Madison was good at taking care of the home.

Everyone around us had nothing but praise for her.

Even my parents said, "Jason, you married such a wonderful woman like Madison. What more could you want?"

When I brought up divorce, they said I didn't know what was good for me.

Even though my mother slapped me and my father threatened to disown me.

I still left Madison without looking back.

Looking at the refined, elegant, and triumphant woman before me.

I smiled slightly. "Even if you've become a billionaire now, I'm still glad I left you back then."

I had no time to address everyone's confusion.

I left with one sentence: "Six years have passed, and you've never once thought about what you did wrong."

I really envied how she could live so shamelessly.

Little did she know what kind of grievances I suffered in that hellish marriage.

When we first got married, Madison sold our wedding apartment behind my back.

When I came home from a business trip, all that greeted me were several large bags of luggage in the hallway.

That's when I found out we had no home.

Exhausted and tired, I called her to ask why.

All I got was her impatient rebuke: "A distant relative got sick and needed money for surgery. She's family after all---what's wrong with selling the apartment to help her?"

It wasn't that I wouldn't let her help, but I hoped she would act within our means.

Plus, we had just gotten married and were struggling ourselves. We could barely take care of our own needs most of the time.

What I really minded was that the apartment was bought with money we saved together.

How could she sell it without even telling me?

I struggled to drag those large bags, under the scorching sun, not even knowing where I could stay.

My confused and aggrieved behavior somehow angered Madison.

"All you do is complain! The apartment's already sold---what more do you want? I promise I'll buy you a big mansion to live in later, okay?"

Ignoring my sadness and confusion, she hung up and took a long leave from work.

I thought she was taking time off to find us a new place.

Instead, she dove headfirst into the hospital to take care of that so-called relative we hadn't even met before.

Everyone gave me a thumbs up: "Jason, your wife really is a genuinely good person!"

Even when the neighbor's dog went missing, Madison would help search for it late at night after working overtime.

She was clearly exhausted, yet she ignored my concern.

She didn't go home until she found the dog, dragging her tired body back.