Reborn as a Fake Heiress Marrying the Tycoon novel Chapter 1203

Chapter 1203: Lin Miao’s Ending

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

So what was Gong Zhan doing here now?

They were already divorced. Even if Lin Miao had been the most naive woman in the world, she would never believe he was here because he still cared for her. That kind of fantasy had long been ripped away.

She had already been abandoned by everyone—utterly and completely discarded like last season’s scandal—and now he was here to... what? Laugh at her downfall?

Her body trembled. She couldn’t bring herself to face him, not truly. What terrified her most was hearing it from his mouth—cold and clear—that they were, in fact, over.

But Gong Zhan had come for precisely that reason.

Whether she wanted to hear it or not didn’t matter anymore.

"Lin Miao," he said directly, voice flat and emotionless, "we’re divorced now. This marriage was a mistake from the very beginning. Over the years, the Gong family has already cleaned up enough messes for your parents and for you. From now on, we go our separate ways. We owe each other nothing."

He didn’t stop there. His words were cutting, deliberate, and left no room for misunderstanding.

"No matter what happens in the future, there’s no need to bring this relationship up again. Don’t look for me. And let me make one thing very clear: the Gong family does not kick people when they’re down. I didn’t divorce you because your reputation and your parents’ reputations have gone up in flames. I divorced you because I realized I could never love you. Without love, marriage is nothing but a cruel joke. I hope you can accept that."

He didn’t soften his tone just because she looked pitiful now, sitting there in a prison-issued uniform, hair unkempt, cheeks sunken. He didn’t spare her. He owed her honesty, and he gave it in the most unsparing way: the marriage ended because there was no love. That was the truth.

Lin Miao felt as if the blood in her body had reversed its flow. She couldn’t breathe. Her lungs were collapsing under invisible pressure. Her eyes reddened, and she refused to believe it. She needed to believe that at some point, even for just a moment, he had cared.

She shook her head and tried to grab at any thread that might remain. "Gong Zhan, you loved me. You did. You used to treat me well. At least better than you treated Gu Zi, didn’t you? That’s love. Then Mo Li came along and took it away from me. I see it now. That’s why you insisted on the divorce. You and Mo Li... you’re already close to being together, right?"

Of course, it was Mo Li.

She had no words left. Mo Li had won in the end. She had Gong Zhan. And Lin Miao couldn’t blame anyone but herself—after all, she had been the one who brought Mo Li into his world. But still, even now, he couldn’t lie to her. He had loved her. He must have.

She had been loved. She had to believe that.

But Gong Zhan, hearing Mo Li’s name uttered with such bitterness, only frowned.