Marrying My Ex-Wife's Mortal Enemy (GL) - Chapter 8

After that “argument” with Chu Li, Dou Huan felt completely drained. She couldn’t even remember how she used to have the energy to fight with her all the time.

Thinking about how Chu Li had apologized just moments ago, Dou Huan only found it insincere. Yet if this had been in the past, maybe she would’ve already been touched enough to forgive her.

Back then, she used to swallow her pride just to earn a sliver of Chu Li’s affection. Thinking of that made Dou Huan want to slap herself.

Pathetic.

She tossed her bag of clothes into the walk-in closet, grabbed her pajamas, and changed. While brushing her teeth in the bathroom, she suddenly felt like something was missing. She shook her hand—and then realized her bracelet was gone.

That bracelet was a gift from Dou Changqing for her twentieth birthday, set with a blue diamond charm. She really liked it.

She was still wearing it when she left the house that morning—so how could it be gone?

Dou Huan thought carefully. After retracing her steps, she guessed it was probably left on the vanity in Jing Yu’s room when she was changing clothes.

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Jing Yu had spent the entire day dealing with relatives and friends. It was more exhausting than a full day at work.

After finally seeing everyone off and settling things down, she returned to her room.

She grabbed her pajamas and went to wash up. When she came out, she saw multiple missed calls from unfamiliar numbers on her phone, but she ignored them.

Then she saw a WeChat friend request. The message read: “It’s Dou Huan. I think I left my bracelet at your place.”

Jing Yu tilted her head, stood up, and went into the walk-in closet. Sure enough, there was a bracelet sitting on the vanity. She accepted the friend request.

“It’s here. Come to my office tomorrow to pick it up.”

Dou Huan had a hard time getting Jing Yu’s number. She’d called, but no one answered. She sent a WeChat friend request and waited forever with no reply.

Just when she was dozing off, assuming Jing Yu wouldn’t respond, the request was suddenly accepted—and that message arrived.

Dou Huan let out a breath of relief. As long as it was with Jing Yu.

She replied, “Okay, thank you. Good night.”

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The next morning, Dou Huan got ready early. She had arranged to pick up the bracelet from Jing Yu in the afternoon, but first, she planned to meet with a lawyer to draft the divorce agreement.

When she married Chu Li, she brought a house as part of her dowry—the same house they’d been living in. There was no way she was going to split that with Chu Li.

Chu Li, the second daughter of the Chu family and general manager at Chu Group, also held some shares in the company and had a solid income.

Dou Huan came from a wealthy family and didn’t care about Chu Li’s money. But the moment she thought about the cheating, she felt like she deserved to take something back for herself.

So, she added one more condition to the divorce agreement: the small villa in the Xihuan district. It had been bought by Chu Li’s family as their wedding home. Since it was a bit far from Chu Li’s workplace, they hadn’t stayed there much.

Dou Huan remembered that in her past life, after Chu Li got together with Tong Yi, they would often hole up in that house. It still made her feel sick, but she figured she could sell it for a profit.

Once the lawyer finished drafting the agreement, Dou Huan reviewed it. Everything looked fine.

Then she headed to Chu Li’s office.

She had been to Tianyi Jewelry a few times before, and given her relationship with Chu Li, she had no trouble getting to her office.

Chu Li’s assistant told her she was in a meeting, so Dou Huan waited inside.

About ten minutes later, someone opened the door.

Dou Huan looked up, thinking it was Chu Li—but it was a man in a sharp suit.

She stood up and greeted him. “Brother Jiang.”

“You sound so formal.”

Chu Jiang smiled warmly. “Just call me what Li does—big brother. She’s in a quick meeting. I heard you were here, so I came to say hi.”

Dou Huan smiled but didn’t respond.

What was there to see?

Chu Jiang always looked gentle and courteous on the surface, polite to everyone. But Dou Huan knew better—he was calculating, always sizing up the pros and cons behind every smile.

Clearly, he already knew about the divorce.

Instead of hiding the divorce agreement, Dou Huan pulled it out openly and smiled. “I hadn’t planned to come to the office, but this document needs her signature, so here I am.”

Chu Jiang’s brows furrowed when he saw the file. “Divorce papers?”

His face darkened. “Huanhuan, did Chu Li do something to hurt you?”

“She did.” Dou Huan didn’t bother playing nice. “She cheated—on me—with her ex.”

Chu Jiang hadn’t expected such bluntness and paused for a second. Then he tried to reason with her. “Huanhuan, Li can be a little wild sometimes, but I know her. She’s never fooled around like that before—this has to be a misunderstanding.”

“No misunderstanding,” Dou Huan replied calmly. “She admitted it. And yesterday she even defended the other woman in front of my friend at the mall. Brother Jiang, there’s no confusion here. Once she signs the papers, I’m leaving.”

Just as Chu Jiang was about to speak again, the door opened.

Chu Li stepped in and glanced between them. “Brother,” she said.

Without a word, Chu Jiang walked over and slapped her hard across the face. “Apologize to Huanhuan!”

Chu Li stood stunned, touching her cheek. She could tell from his scowl that he was genuinely angry. “I already apologized yesterday…”

“I said, apologize!”

Chu Jiang raised his hand for another slap. Chu Li dodged and shouted, “Brother! I know I was wrong! I don’t want a divorce either!”

Chu Jiang looked at her, full of disappointment, ready to strike again.

“That’s enough, Brother Jiang.”

Whether it was all for show or not, Dou Huan didn’t want to see more. She stepped forward and handed the divorce agreement to Chu Li. “Sign it.”

Chu Li looked from her to Chu Jiang, and then she reached out to get the divorce paper—but Chu Jiang snatched the papers and ripped them to pieces.

“Huanhuan, I don’t agree to this divorce.”

“What right do you have to disagree?”

Dou Huan looked at him, as if he saw the mask slip from his face, and smiled coldly. “If your wife cheated on you, would I have the right to stop your own divorce?”

The words choked him so badly, he nearly exploded.

But he was always good at controlling himself. In a blink, he smoothed his expression and smiled. “Huanhuan, I know you’re angry right now. But once you’ve calmed down, you’ll realize that in terms of family background, appearance, and ability, no one suits you better than Chu Li.

She knows she was wrong. Give her another chance. I’ll even have a lawyer draft a new agreement—if she cheats again, all her assets will go to you.”

“No need.” Dou Huan pulled a backup agreement from her bag. “My family doesn’t need her money.”

Worried Chu Jiang would tear it again, she positioned herself in front of Chu Li. His face turned pitch black.

Chu Li took the new agreement, hesitated, and said, “Let me see.”

“Go ahead.”

Dou Huan sat back down and waited.

When Chu Li saw the clause about transferring the wedding house to Dou Huan’s name, she objected. “That Xihuan villa was bought by my parents. I can’t give that to you.”

Dou Huan hadn’t expected her to be so petty. She rolled her eyes, too speechless to respond.

When she was begging for forgiveness, she’d offer her whole heart. However, upon hearing the word “divorce,” she began to meticulously consider every detail. What kind of woman was this—fit to be eaten with a side of regret?

Forget it. Dou Huan couldn’t stand being near her a second longer. Thankfully, she had come prepared. She pulled out another version of the agreement. “Then take a look at this one.”

Chu Li looked—and still refused to sign.

So Dou Huan pulled out another.

Chu Jiang: “…”

Chu Li: “…”

How many versions had she prepared?

Eventually, the agreement was stripped down to almost nothing. Dou Huan gave up all claims and was willing to leave the marriage empty-handed.

Chu Li had nothing left to nitpick.

She stared at Dou Huan, swallowing her frustration. “Do you really want to divorce me that badly?”

“Yes, I want a divorce very badly,” Dou Huan said, casting her a disdainful look. “Hurry up, I’ve got other things to do.”

Chu Li let out a long breath, picked up the first version of the agreement, signed her name, pressed her fingerprint, and handed it over.
“If you like that house, keep it—as a memento.”

Dou Huan had just cursed her in her heart a dozen times, but she hadn’t expected Chu Li to actually sign the first divorce agreement. For a moment, she even felt a little awkward.

She paused, then calmly took the agreement.
“When do you have time? We need to go file the divorce papers.”

“If you’re in such a rush,” Chu Li looked at her, “let’s go now.”

“Sure.”

Chu Li drove. They went home to grab the documents needed for the divorce certificate, then headed to the Civil Affairs Bureau. Neither of them spoke on the way.

The couples applying for marriage licenses were all smiles, taking photos and posting on their social media. Meanwhile, those applying for divorce sat silently, not saying a word.

For some reason, it was a particularly busy day. There were many people getting married—and a surprising number getting divorced too.

One couple, after realizing they were missing some documents, got into an argument and stormed off to go home and fetch them.

Dou Huan sat quietly, watching the happy newlyweds. It reminded her of the time she and Chu Li came to register their marriage. They had forgotten to take the required photo, so they took a quick one at the booth next door. No filters or retouching, yet both of them looked great.

She had a radiant smile; Chu Li was smiling too. They looked genuinely happy.

Dou Huan once believed they’d be happy forever.

But sadly, that had just been her dream. Now that it had shattered, it was time to start over.

She exhaled slowly and noticed Chu Li was also staring blankly at the photo on their marriage certificate.

“You look really beautiful in that photo,” Chu Li murmured.

The girl in the picture looked like sunshine—bright and full of life.

Why had she never noticed that before?

Since Chu Li was being unusually agreeable today, Dou Huan humored her.
“You didn’t look bad either.”

If she hadn’t looked so good back then, Dou Huan probably wouldn’t have been so foolish as to spend her whole life entangled with her.

Soon, the couple ahead of them finished, and it was their turn.

Dou Huan stood up. Seeing Chu Li still sitting there, she gently tapped her shoulder.
“It’s our turn.”

Chu Li stood, looking at her.
“If I backed out now, would it still be too late?”

“What?”

Dou Huan frowned. Was Chu Li here to get divorced or just to wallow in nostalgia?

Just as she was about to lose her temper, Chu Li gave a soft laugh.
“Looks like you really don’t want to give me another chance.”

When Chu Li finally moved to the counter, Dou Huan realized she was just testing her. She let out a long sigh—fine, whatever. Let’s just get this over with before she changes her mind again.

With all the documents in order, they quickly got their divorce certificate.

All of Dou Huan’s earlier gloom vanished. She actually felt a little excited—anyone seeing her would think she just got married, not divorced.

Walking out of the bureau, Dou Huan took a selfie and posted it on her Moments feed.

Chu Li was still standing nearby, seemingly waiting for her. Dou Huan gave her a wave.
“Goodbye, ex-wife. I wish you and Tong Yi eternal happiness!”

She even kissed the divorce certificate as she spoke.

Her whole face lit up with joy.

Chu Li’s heart shattered into a thousand pieces.

The “I’m sorry” that had made it to the tip of her tongue was swallowed back down.
She realized—no matter what she said now, it wouldn’t matter.

Because Dou Huan didn’t need her anymore, and she didn’t care anymore.

Chu Li turned and walked away. Sitting in her car, she happened to see Dou Huan get into a taxi and leave.

When she opened her phone, she saw that Dou Huan had just posted a new update:
“Back to single life starting today. Happy divorce! Wish me luck!”

The attached photo was one she had carefully taken outside the bureau, standing in good lighting. She looked stunning—and genuinely happy.

Within minutes, the comments started pouring in.

Chu Li recognized the names. When she and Dou Huan had gone out for meals together, her friends had added Chu Li on WeChat.

Now, all of them were congratulating Dou Huan on her divorce, wishing her well, and encouraging her to find someone better.
One even offered to introduce a new person—definitely an upgrade from Chu Li. If Dou Huan was interested, she could meet that very afternoon.

Chu Li: “…”