The heavy wooden door of the study slowly closed behind him, shutting out the faint sound of sobbing from downstairs. Fu Sinian didn’t turn on the lights. He walked straight to the floor-to-ceiling window, his tall figure stretched into a lonely silhouette under the dim moonlight. He loosened his tie, letting the silk slip through his fingers, the motion heavy with exhaustion.
Outside, the night view of Moon Lake Bay still glittered brilliantly.
In the distance, the city lights shimmered like scattered stars. Yet none of that prosperity could penetrate the cold emptiness in his heart.
His gaze drifted unconsciously to the large wedding photo hanging on the wall.
In the picture, Su Wanning wore the custom wedding dress he had specially ordered from Paris, her eyes curved in a radiant smile as she leaned into his arms. Her bright eyes were filled with undisguised love and happiness.
He remembered every detail of that day. When the photographer asked them to look at each other, she had grown teary-eyed after just a moment, whispering softly in his ear, “Sinian, I feel so lucky to marry the best man in the world.” Her voice had been as light as a feather, brushing gently against his heart.
During breaks in the shoot, she would secretly pinch his fingers and blink mischievously when he turned to look at her, like a child who had stolen candy.
Back then, her entire world had revolved around him.
She would blush for a long time over a single sweet word from him, worry herself sleepless when he worked late, stay by his bedside all night when he was sick, and gently massage his temples when he was exhausted.
He remembered one time he had a severe cold—she stayed up the entire night caring for him, and by dawn, she had fallen asleep beside the bed, still clutching a towel that had long gone cold.
But when had everything changed?
Fu Sinian’s fingertips brushed unconsciously over her smiling face in the photo, yet his mind filled with the image of her standing in front of Gu Jingchen earlier that night, her expression twisted with hostility. Those eyes that once reflected only him were now filled with resentment toward him and protection for another man. She had stood before Gu Jingchen like a mother bird shielding her chick, while he had become the vicious predator.
“The one who should leave is…”
That unfinished sentence cut through him like a poisoned dagger, repeatedly slicing at his heart. Every word carried cold malice, crushing the sincerity he had given over the years into dust.
He walked slowly to the desk and opened the locked drawer at the bottom.
Inside lay a dark blue velvet box. Within it were their wedding rings. The inner bands were carefully engraved with the initials of their surnames—a vow made on their wedding night: never to leave, never to part, to grow old together. Enjoying the story? Read on at g.com.
He still remembered the tears in her eyes when he placed the ring on her finger, her trembling voice when she said “I do” before the officiant, and the way she had told him under the moonlight that night, “Sinian, I will love you forever, and I will always be faithful to you.”
And yet now, in just three short years, the vows still echoed, but hearts had changed.
The ring, once a symbol of eternity, now reflected a cold glint under the moonlight, silently mocking his naivety.
Fu Sinian closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
The pain churning in his chest nearly tore him apart. The betrayal from the person he trusted most was far more devastating than any scheme from a business rival.
But when he opened his eyes again, the depth within them had already regained its usual calm and sharpness. The transformation was almost instantaneous—like a wounded lion that, after a brief moment of weakness, reclaims its kingly composure.
He turned on his computer and pulled up the investigation report Lu Zeyan had sent earlier.
Gu Jingchen’s seemingly harmless face appeared clearly on the screen, while every line of his background revealed something sordid—expelled in high school for theft, his so-called company nothing but an empty shell, and recently burdened with massive gambling debts. And yet his wife had chosen to stand against their three-year marriage for such a man.
A cold curve formed at Fu Sinian’s lips. He picked up his phone and dialed Lu Zeyan. His finger paused briefly over the call button, a faint tremor barely noticeable before he steadied himself.
“Sinian?” Lu Zeyan’s slightly concerned voice came from the other end, accompanied by the faint sound of papers rustling, clearly still working late at the office. “Calling this late—what happened?”
Fu Sinian’s voice was calm, devoid of emotion, each word measured with precision. “Zeyan, I need you to assign more people. Monitor Su Wanning and Gu Jingchen around the clock.”
There was a brief silence before Lu Zeyan responded firmly, “Understood. What should we focus on?”
“Their movements, every meeting—times and locations. Especially…” Fu Sinian paused, a trace of suppressed pain finally slipping into his voice before it steadied again, “any intimate interactions. I want to know the exact time, place, and every detail of each meeting.” Find the original chapter at novelping(.)com.
“Got it,” Lu Zeyan replied, his tone tinged with concern. “Sinian… are you alright?”
Fu Sinian didn’t answer. Instead, he continued issuing instructions, his voice as composed as if he were planning a business negotiation. “Gather as much solid evidence as possible. Photos, videos, communication records—I want everything. Especially their financial transactions. Investigate them thoroughly.”
“You’re planning to…” Lu Zeyan hesitated, his concern evident.
“I want to see how far she’ll go.” Fu Sinian’s gaze returned to the wedding photo on the wall. His expression was complex—pain, disappointment, but above all, a quiet resolve. “This marriage… may truly have reached its end.”
After hanging up, Fu Sinian sat alone in the study for a long time. Outside, the moon slowly drifted westward, and the darkness before dawn enveloped the entire city, mirroring his state of mind. He opened the drawer again and took out a carefully preserved cigar, but didn’t light it. Instead, he held it near his nose, inhaling the familiar scent of tobacco. It had been a gift from Su Wanning on their anniversary. She had said she liked watching him think while smoking.
Now, in hindsight, perhaps she had already begun acting back then.
He remembered the day he proposed. Through tears, she had nodded and said, “Sinian, I will love you forever and remain faithful to you.”
Forever… turned out to be so short.
His phone screen suddenly lit up. It was a message from Su Wanning: “Sinian, can we talk? I know I was wrong tonight, but I really only see Jingchen as a friend. Can you give me a chance to explain?”
Fu Sinian stared at the message for a long time. His fingers hovered over the screen, but in the end, he didn’t reply. He turned off the phone and stood up, walking to the window. Then he tossed the unlit cigar into the trash. The gesture carried a quiet finality, like bidding farewell to his past self.
The sky had begun to lighten with the pale glow of dawn. A new day was about to begin. Yet his marriage seemed already to have reached its dusk. In the faint morning light, his figure stood tall and steady, his deep eyes gleaming with a cold brilliance.
He knew that from this night onward, everything had changed. He would no longer let emotions cloud his judgment, nor give her another chance to hurt him. Calmly and rationally, he would watch how this play unfolded to its end. Perhaps in some quiet midnight, he would still feel the ache of lost love. But at this moment, standing in the darkness before dawn, Fu Sinian’s resolve was as firm as stone.
No matter the outcome, he would see it through with his own eyes. Even if it meant tearing away every layer of disguise and facing the cruelest truth. On this sleepless night, Fu Sinian completed his transformation—from a devoted husband into a cold, calculating hunter. And at that very moment, the ending of this marriage was quietly sealed.