After I Let Go, She Regretted It Deeply

Chapter 5: We Are Already Divorced:

Zhang Wangchuan’s so-called psychological trauma from the car accident, which supposedly left him unable to drive, only seemed to affect him in front of Lin Muyao.

These past few days in Beijing, I had seen him driving multiple times, steady and confident.

That so-called trauma was just an excuse—one crafted solely to deceive Lin Muyao.

And yet, she always trusted his words unconditionally while questioning mine repeatedly.

When I was a child, my mother developed depression after discovering my father’s affair.

During one of her depressive episodes, she drove us both into a river in an attempt to commit suicide.

The car crashed through the railing and plunged directly into the water.

Water gushed in from all directions, and no matter how desperately I pounded on the windows, I couldn’t get out. That feeling of despair was something I would never forget for the rest of my life.

Just as the car was about to be completely submerged, someone pulled me out.

But I was the only one who survived.

Because before driving into the river, my mother had already taken sleeping pills.

The last time I needed Lin Muyao to choose between me and Zhang Wangchuan, I told her, “I have a psychological block. I can’t drive. Can you take me home?”

But she just scoffed, not believing me at all. “We’ve been together for so long, and I’ve never heard you mention this before.”

“Now, just because I need to drive Wangchuan home, suddenly you have a psychological trauma?”

“Shiyue, there’s no need to lie about something like this. If you can’t drive, just take a cab home yourself.”

At that time, just like now, I stood frozen in place, watching them leave together.

Lin Muyao knew I made a good income but had never bought a car.

Yet, she never once questioned why—I wasn’t capable of driving. She only assumed I was jealous of Zhang Wangchuan.

And now, all he had to do was casually mention a “psychological shadow,” and she believed him without hesitation.

In the end, it was because she didn’t love me enough to truly care.

But this wasn’t the only thing she was indifferent about.

We had been married for three years, and I knew her parents had never approved of me as their son-in-law.

Still, I had tried my best to earn their recognition.

Every holiday, I sent them expensive gifts. On regular days, I never failed to check in with them and even sent generous red envelopes.

My friends always joked that I was more filial than a biological son.

Yet, her parents remained distant, and I never understood why.

Until this year, when I visited her family for the New Year and overheard their conversation about Zhang Wangchuan.

“Is Wangchuan too busy again to come home for the New Year? That child is so hardworking—he’s bound to be successful in the future.”

“Exactly! You two grew up together, knew everything about each other—what could be better? Why did you insist on marrying that Song Shiyue instead?”

“What does he have that’s better than Wangchuan?”

Lin Muyao snuggled into their arms, giggling. “Shiyue is worse than Wangchuan in every way.”

“He’s jealous all the time, possessive, and always acts too rigid. But since we’re already married, what can I do?”

“When he comes over later, don’t bring up Wangchuan, or he’ll throw a fit when we go home.”

Her father scowled. “A grown man being so petty—yet he acts so magnanimous in front of us.”

Her mother added, “Magnanimous? Don’t you remember? Yaoyao said he only spends money so freely because their assets are shared as a married couple.”

“If it were just his money, would he be so generous with red envelopes?”

Her father nodded in agreement. “That’s true. If only Wangchuan were our son-in-law. With his future in the entertainment industry, he’s bound to make a name for himself.”

I stood frozen at the corner, feeling as if I had been struck by lightning. My blood ran cold.

Later, I learned that all these years, Lin Muyao had never spoken a good word about me to her parents.

She had only listed my faults, never mentioning a single thing I had done for her.

And as for the money I spent on gifts and red envelopes? That was money I had worked hard to earn—how was it not mine?

As for Zhang Wangchuan, whom they claimed was destined to succeed in the entertainment industry, he was nothing but a failure.

Back in college, in order to break into showbiz, he had emotionally manipulated Lin Muyao and eventually cut ties with her.

It was only after he failed to make it in the industry that he came crawling back to her.

By then, she had already been married to me for two years, so he proposed that they be “just friends.”

And Lin Muyao? She readily agreed, never once minding it, even feeling sorry for him, believing the entertainment industry was blind for failing to recognize his talent.

When I realized that all my efforts over the years were worthless and only led to endless gossip, I stopped trying.

A loud car horn snapped me back to reality.

I blinked, collected my thoughts, and turned back toward the restaurant.

After the gathering, I returned to the hotel as usual.

Lin Muyao had sent me a message from a different phone number, but I blocked it immediately.

Two days later, the court’s ruling came out—I was officially divorced.

Holding that piece of paper in my hands, I finally let out a breath of relief. Without hesitation, I booked a flight home.

Sitting in the airport lounge, waiting to board, I received a call from an unknown number.

I knew it was her.

After hesitating for a moment, I still answered.

The moment the call connected, her exhausted voice came through. “Shiyue, where are you? I need to talk to you!”

My tone was indifferent. “If you have something to say, just say it. I’m busy.”

Just then, the airport announcement broadcasted my flight number.

It was time to board.

On the other end, she panicked. “You’re at the airport? Where are you going?”

I stood up and walked toward the boarding gate. “Where I go has nothing to do with you. We are already divorced.”

“No! It’s not like that, Shiyue, I don’t accept this!”

Her voice trembled, mixed with the sound of wind rushing past.

“I’m coming to the airport right now. No matter where you’re going, don’t leave yet—please, let’s talk!”

“Shiyue, I’m begging you, don’t divorce me.”

“If you don’t like Wangchuan, then I’ll cut ties with him. I won’t contact him again. Just give me one more chance!”

Hearing this, I only found it laughable.

She had so many chances before to cut ties with him.

Even if she had shown just a little more care toward me, we wouldn’t have ended up here.

Back then, she only accused me of being unreasonable, of overthinking things.

But now that we were divorced, she suddenly claimed she could cut him off? How ironic.

I curled my lips into a smirk and said, “Don’t come. This is the end for us. I wish you and Zhang Wangchuan happiness.”

Her sobs grew louder. “Song Shiyue, you can’t be this heartless!”

“I told you—I don’t accept this. I will appeal to the court!”

I paused for a moment before replying coldly, “Suit yourself. I’m hanging up.”

Not only did I end the call, but I also turned off my phone.

I wasn’t going to let her disrupt my plans to return home.

As the plane taxied and slowly ascended into the sky, I gazed at the vast yet distant city below, feeling a sense of finality.

This time, I might never return.