Goodbye, My Marriage and Pain!
Yvonne Louis, who fell in love with Ian Shaw at first sight, has loved him wholeheartedly. Ian Shaw, the so-called ice-cold prince of Kings University, promised to Yvonne's mom that he would love and care for Yvonne. However, Yvonne was hurt so badly by Ian during their seven years of marriage, and she finally decided to divorce him as her heart died cold. Ian only found himself drowning in regret when she had gone. Will he be able to win her back?
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When the Divorce Paper Becomes a Weapon
She signs ‘Yvonne Louis’ with a diamond ring glinting—cold, precise, final. But the real punch? Attorney Chou’s unreadable stare as he hands back the folder. That moment whispers: this isn’t legal closure. It’s emotional detonation. Goodbye, My Marriage and Pain! turns paperwork into poetry of betrayal. ✍️🔥
Five Days Later: The Floor Is His Face
She drags the giant portrait across marble like a funeral rite—then steps on his eyes. Not angry. Not sad. Just… done. The mug, the slippers, the tie—all tossed like relics of a dead religion. Goodbye, My Marriage and Pain! understands that revenge isn’t loud; it’s quiet, white, and walks in heels over memory. 👠🖼️
The Chat Bubbles That Lie Better Than People
‘He only pretended to dislike it!’ ‘Actually, he loved taking photos with you!’ The texts float like ghosts above her numb face—each one a tiny knife. Goodbye, My Marriage and Pain! weaponizes digital irony: the truth arrives too late, wrapped in emoji and Wi-Fi signals. We all know that ache. 💬👻
Wedding Photo → Trash Can: A Modern Ritual
She holds the framed wedding shot—smiles frozen in time—then flips it over. *Thud.* Into the bin with the tie, the mug, the red silk. No scream. No music swell. Just silence and the sound of letting go. Goodbye, My Marriage and Pain! proves catharsis doesn’t need fireworks. Sometimes, it’s just a trash can lid closing. 📸🗑️
The Hospital Tears That Say Everything
Yvonne’s bruised face in the hospital bed—silent, trembling, phone pressed to her ear—speaks louder than any dialogue. The IV drip, the blood-stained blanket, the way she flinches at every text bubble… this isn’t just drama; it’s trauma rendered in soft focus. Goodbye, My Marriage and Pain! doesn’t need shouting to break your heart. 🩹💔