A second chance with my billionaire husband

In the agreed café, she waits for the arrival of her beloved, her calm expression failing to mask her excited heart. She imagines a beautiful future, sketching his image over and over again in her mind. Three years have passed, how is he now?

She waits stubbornly from dawn till dusk, eagerly anticipating.

It must be a delayed flight, it’s okay, she can wait.

Did an urgent matter hold him back? It’s okay, she can wait.

Or... did something happen to him?

She searched for a thousand reasons, except one: he betrayed their promise.

Later, what she waited for came—a wedding invitation.

A wedding invitation.

The groom’s name—countless times ground between her lips and teeth over the three years, rooted and sprouted in her heart, fused with his flesh and blood, one day she could forget her own name but never his.

And the bride, a stranger’s name.

There was a wedding photo of the couple above, just as she had imagined countless times, the man in a suit and leather shoes was dignified, even the curvature of the smile at his lips was perfect. The only change was in his eyes.

She could no longer see through them.

The woman, charming and smart, nestled beside him, truly more delicate than a flower.

So harmonious, so visually pleasing, so well-matched.

At that moment, she could even think such thoughts, that photo was so glaring, piercing her eyes.

Have you ever felt that way?

The world spinning, pain cutting through the heart.

The pain in her heart is about to overflow, yet her face can still maintain the most dignified and elegant smile. Her scars wouldn’t be seen by anyone, this was her unique pride.

With trembling fingers, she dialed the number engraved in her mind.

"Hello, who are you looking for?" The phone issued a sweet and charming voice.

The last bit of hope sank into the abyss with the voice.

She turned her face toward the moon, back straightened, her whole person suddenly calmed down. Maybe her heart was in turmoil, yet her face held the most elegant and dignified smile, flawlessly perfect.

"I’m looking for Fu Siting."

The unspoken pride and arrogance in her tone made the woman on the other end subdue to a sense of inferiority, "He’s showering... what matters do you have with him? I can convey it for you."

"I’ll call back after he’s done showering."

At the moment she hung up, she seemed to lose all the strength in her body, suddenly kneeling on the ground, hugging herself in the darkness.

"Isn’t she the author Zhuang Fanxing... I really like her, she’s even prettier in person than on TV, let’s ask her for a signature."

"Ahhhh! It’s Fanxing, I love her so much...."

In that era, paper media was developed, folk customs were simple, as a popular author, her influence in the public far exceeded today’s young idols.

More and more passersby recognized her, scrambling to ask for a signature, she faced all the enthusiastic fans with her most perfect demeanor, tirelessly signing autographs, taking pictures.

The phone rang, she smiled and said to the fans: "I have to take a very important call, can you give me a few minutes?"

The fans nodded numbly, no one made a sound.

Under countless gazes, she calmly answered the phone, calmly placed it to her ear, and calmly said, "Hello."

She calmly listened to the other side, smiled and said, "I cannot attend the wedding day; I have a book signing event on the same day, sorry."

Looking up at the moon in the sky, the gentle smile on the woman’s beautiful face held a glint of water in her eyes, inexplicably evoking sadness.

"I wish you happiness, goodbye."

After hanging up, she heard a curious fan ask, "Sister Fanxing, is it your friend getting married?"

She smiled and said, "Yes."

"I wonder when Sister Fanxing will marry, writing such warm and inspiring words, I wonder what kind of man would be worthy of you."

Just now, she lost the person she loved most in this lifetime, but just as she wrote in her books, she would not weep bitterly, not blame heaven and earth, nor abandon dignity to pursue a man who has betrayed her.

Because she was a person proud like that.

Even if her heart was full of scars, her face still smiled flawlessly.

As she fell into a trance, the commotion rose, the crowds dispersed, a beam of light shone on her, as if in this dark world, she alone was the source of brightness.

She instinctively narrowed her eyes.

A handsome and tall man holding roses walked toward her, the white horse prince in countless girls’ fantasies, carrying the hearts of many girls, walking toward her step by step.

Kneeling on one knee, with the most heartfelt gaze and sincere voice, he declared loudly, "Fanxing, I like you, be my girlfriend. I swear with my life, I will be good to you for a lifetime, not let you suffer any grievance."

Swear? She mocked in her heart, just now, the man who swore to love her for life had already broken his promise.

The man before her is the legitimate heir of the richest family in Hong Kong, handsome and wealthy, flirtatious and charming, the dream lover of all women, his debauchery is seen as romantic, his indiscretions as passionate.

They met at a banquet, she had little favorable opinion of such flirtatious rich sons, yet her indifference was misunderstood as playing hard to get, a very cliché trick, this man whom she detested henceforth pursued her relentlessly, he had money, time, and energy, everyone in Country Hua knew Ruan Wencheng was pursuing Zhuang Fanxing, most commendable was not the deep love for ten years but the prodigal son returns.

For a time, she became the object of envy and jealousy of all women in Country Hua, yet so what, not loving is simply not loving, her reason for refusal was simple.

Sorry, I do not like you, do not waste our time.

Yet at this moment, looking at the man kneeling before her holding vibrant roses, she suddenly wanted to laugh.

Then she made a decision she would regret for the rest of her life.

She took the roses and smiled, "I promise you."

The shock in the man’s eyes was undisguised, just kneeled there awkwardly, three years of pursuit, this woman’s heart was harder than stone, he thought this time he would be rejected again, who knew it would be unexpected.

He smiled like a child, and asked again; "Is it true? Did you really agree to be my girlfriend?"

She nodded with a smile.

Wherever Ruan Wencheng appeared, paparazzi were never missing, dedicated paparazzi naturally recorded this historic moment, destined to be tomorrow’s headline.

Ruan Wencheng happily embraced her, spun her around while she cooperated with a happy smile on her face, her gaze on those flashing lights, filled with deep mockery.

See? Even without you, I can still live well.

She admitted that from a vengeful mindset, she agreed to Ruan Wencheng’s pursuit, as she expected, from that night onwards, her gossip with Ruan Wencheng occupied half of the entertainment circle. For a while, her name was hotter than even popular actresses.

Also from then, her life bounded by drawing lines in the sand began.