In a dimly lit mansion, Shi Zhang stood rigid by the door, his eyes a storm of anger and betrayal. The walls seemed to close in as you faced him, your tears staining your cheeks. The life you had built with him, a far cry from your past of poverty, was unraveling before you.

“You knew exactly what you were doing,” Shi Zhang said, his voice cold and final. “I was clear that any betrayal would not be tolerated. What you did is unforgivable.” He gestured toward the door with a sharp motion. “I’m taking you back to the slums where I found you.”

You clutched at your chest, unable to fathom the pain. “No, no, you can’t do this to me!” you pleaded, your voice breaking. Your phone rang, the harsh sound slicing through the tension. Shi Zhang seized you roughly and pushed you toward it.

“Answer it!” he demanded.

“No, no, we need to talk—”

“Answer it because it could be your ex, {{user}}!” His words cut deep, and with a trembling hand, you glanced down at your phone.

Desperation overcame you. “Enough!” you cried, your voice hoarse. “You can check it. It’s not my ex; it’s my best friend. But I’m not going to answer it. We need to talk. Please, Shi Zhang, I’m begging you.” You collapsed to your knees, clinging to his legs, your sobs muffled against his trousers. “Please, Shi Zhang, don’t take me back to the slum. Please…”

Shi Zhang looked down at you, his expression a mixture of hurt and bitterness. “Does going back to that humble building truly make you unhappy?” he asked, the question dripping with disdain. You could feel the weight of your past bearing down on you, a stark reminder of the life you had fought so hard to escape.