Chapter 4

My post sent ripples through the still water.

Everyone sensed something was wrong.

Yan Cheng panicked when he saw it. Calls, dozens of messages.

I answered none.

The more frantic he became, the calmer I felt.

The next morning, my lawyers filed for divorce and requested a freeze on every asset in his name.

At the same time, the investigative report appeared.

*The “Caring” Chief Executive and the Financial Deception of the Century: Inside Yan Group’s Shocking Secrets.*

It contained all the evidence Zhuo Hang had gathered.

Yan Cheng’s affair, misappropriation, and loan-shark debts.

Bai Weiwei’s fabricated credentials, sordid history, and fraud.

Every word struck them.

Social media erupted.

The people who’d called me a vicious wife the day before now turned their abuse on them.

*Yan Cheng and Bai Weiwei Out of Business.*

*Justice for Shen Wan.*

*The Year’s Most Shameless Couple.*

The hashtags climbed ten times faster than Romantic Boss had.

Yan Group’s shares plunged, hitting the daily lower limit within ten minutes of opening.

Partners demanded to cancel. Banks called in loans.

His painstakingly built empire collapsed in a day.

So did he.

That afternoon, he came to the company, where security stopped him.

He raged in the corridor.

“Come out, Shen Wan! You vicious woman! Give it all back!”

Then: “Wanwan, I was wrong. I know I was wrong. Don’t divorce me. One more chance, please!”

Behind my thick office door, I listened without a ripple of feeling.

A chance?

That chance had died on Qixi, when I discovered the betrayal and their plot.

My assistant entered and lowered her voice.

“Shall I call the police?”

I shook my head.

“No. Let him carry on. The worse, the better. Let everyone see the truth about their perfect boss.”

The spectacle continued through the afternoon.

Eventually, police arrived and took him away for disturbing public order.

Disheveled, clothes creased, still shouting abuse.

Watching him led out, I felt strangely empty.

He’d sown it.

He could taste the bitter fruit himself.

His ending was worse than I’d imagined.

He received fifteen years in prison for misappropriation of funds, unexplained assets, and loan-sharking offenses.

The scandal destroyed Yan Group’s reputation and brought it close to bankruptcy.

With the board’s support, I bought all his shares and became its sole controlling authority.

Bai Weiwei was prosecuted for fraud and extortion and sentenced to five years.

I wondered how long her surgically perfected face would last in prison.

On sentencing day, I visited him in detention one final time.

Beyond the thick glass, he sat with close-cropped hair and prison clothes, thin and gray. Nothing remained of the polished executive.

His eyes were full of resentment.

“Satisfied? Prison for me, the company for you. Is this what you wanted?”

I looked at him calmly.

“What I wanted was simple. A faithful husband. A warm home. You couldn’t give me either. You destroyed everything yourself.”

A long silence.

Then, hoarsely, “Wanwan… is there really no way back?”

I gave a small, bitter smile.

“That ended when you put Tears of the Deep on another woman’s hand.”

I stood.

“Serve your sentence well. When you get out in fifteen years, I hope there’s still time for you to see a different world.”

Then I left.

His hoarse cries followed me.

I didn’t turn.

My life would never stop for him again.

In the first year after the divorce, I poured everything into work.

I renamed the company Shengwan Group and removed every trace he’d left behind.

A complete overhaul: loss-making projects closed, new investments opened, the business redirected toward renewable energy.

Countless difficulties.

Worthwhile results.

Three years later, Shengwan Group went public at ten times Yan Group’s former value.

The press celebrated me as a young businesswoman.

On the podium, ringing the listing bell amid flashing cameras and admiring eyes, I suddenly felt my nose sting.

I’d once believed happiness meant marrying someone who loved me. Cooking together. Raising children. Growing old in peace.

Life wasn’t a fairy tale.

His betrayal had made me see people clearly—and understand that a woman’s greatest strength had never come from a man.

Once I could stand firmly on my own, storms became passing breezes.

After the ceremony, Zhuo Hang messaged.

*Congratulations, Director Shen. Better days at last.*

*Thank you,* I replied.

All these years, he’d remained beside me as a friend, helping whenever I needed him.

Something between us seemed to be changing.

But I wasn’t ready for another love.

I switched off my phone and went to the window, looking down at the brilliant city.

Countless lights shone like stars.

I smiled.

Shen Wan’s life was only just beginning.

**The End**

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