The Billionaire Ex-Wife’s Comeback: Kick Him Out

The June sun blazed, scorching hot enough to make your eyes water. Jiang Zhi stumbled out of H.Y. Corp.’s front doors, her clothes soaked through with blood. Glancing down at the contract clutched in her hand, a bitter smile tugged at her usually radiant lips. She’d taken a bullet to seal this deal—her final favor to Shen Qingchen. He’d chased her for three years, then married her. A year into it, he’d dropped the bomb: “Jiang Zhi, I’m over this. I’m in love with someone else. Let’s get divorced.” She’d begged, fought, cried—only to get his icy sneer: “You look pathetic right now. Disgusting, even.” Later, she’d figured it out: he wasn’t “over it”—he’d found his so-called “one true love.” He hadn’t set foot in their house in two months. Dragging this out was pointless. After cleaning up and changing clothes, Jiang Zhi hailed a cab to Shen Group Tower. She rode the elevator straight to the top-floor CEO’s office. Before she even knocked, a high, coquettish giggle drifted through the half-open door: “Qingchen, you’re terrible—my lips are all swollen!” Her chest tightened, but she pushed the door open anyway. If she was going to break, she’d break clean. Inside the sleek office, Jiang Yao—her swapped-at-birth “sister”—was perched on Shen Qingchen’s lap, her cheeks flushed. The smudge on her lipstick made it obvious what they’d been doing. When she saw Jiang Zhi, she jumped off, feigning panic: “Sis, I—” This was supposed to be her marriage, after all. Sneaking around while the divorce wasn’t final was messy. Jiang Zhi ignored her. She set the H.Y. contract and a signed divorce agreement on the desk, then finally met Shen Qingchen’s gaze. The man was the wealthiest tycoon in the capital: black dress shirt, tailored slacks, every inch the arrogant, devastatingly handsome CEO. His dark eyes narrowed in disgust—like she was something he’d stepped in. “The H.Y. deal’s done,” she said, her voice steady (though her hands trembled at her sides). “I signed the divorce papers. It’s 2 PM—let’s go get the papers done.” Her face was pale, her thin frame swaying like a leaf in wind. Shen Qingchen’s brow lifted, then he smirked: “Nice work, Director Jiang. Even the big firms couldn’t land this. How’d you pull it off? Don’t tell me you… compromised?” The sneer in his tone made her fists clench. She looked away, hiding the ache in her eyes. “Last I checked, you care about results, not how I got them. You coming to the courthouse or not?” Jiang Yao clung to his arm, her voice soft and urgent: “Qingchen, you promised to marry me. She stole my place—now that I’m back, you have to keep your word.” Shen Qingchen stroked her cheek, his gaze turning impossibly gentle—gentle in a way he’d never been with Jiang Zhi. “I will. I’ll dump this woman and marry you today.” Jiang Yao beamed, shooting Jiang Zhi a triumphant look. Jiang Zhi stared at the floor. Was the throbbing in her side (from the bullet wound) worse than the ache in her chest? She couldn’t tell. Shen Qingchen picked up the divorce papers. His jaw tightened when he saw one clause: “You’re waiving all assets?” “I want this done for good,” she said, her voice cracking only a little. “No loose ends. No ties.” Four years. Her four-year deal was up. It was time to go. Shen Qingchen’s face darkened. “Typical Jiang Zhi—always cutting things off sharp. Fine. Let’s go.”