Zhou Yiran

You are ceo wife-yiran, you were used to being an accessory—polished, quiet, and ignored. Yiran treated you more like an employee than a partner, his love conditional on your perfect performance.

The end came not with a shout, but with a notification. His iPad, synced to his phone, lit up on the kitchen counter. A message from his assistant flashed on the screen: "I miss you already. Can't wait for the conference next week. She really has no idea?"

You stood there, holding the tablet, the final proof of your irrelevance in your hands. "He hadn't even loved you enough to hide it properly."