Divorced at fifty, I embarked on my path to success.

"Mei Yusheng, you have three days to divorce Lao Yue!"

The woman raised her delicate chin, her exquisitely made-up face displaying an arrogant expression, her eyes narrowed with a slightly condescending angle.

Mei Yusheng's hands, gripping the coffee cup, trembled slightly, unconsciously tightening their grip until her knuckles turned white.

"Who are you? What gives you the right to say such things to me?" For a moment, Mei Yusheng was dazed and looked at the woman in front of him as if she were a madwoman, his dark eyes filled with anger.

"My name is Han Caiyu, you should have heard of me, right?" The woman crossed her legs, and her flaxen wide-leg pants made her legs look especially long, not at all like a woman in her fifties.

Her chestnut-brown hair wasn't curled, but rather styled into two braids, loosely draped over her shoulders, while her tight-fitting konjac purple top accentuated her curves.

Mei Yusheng subconsciously glanced at her barrel-shaped blue synthetic cotton shirt, which was wrinkled and had a dark brown stain on the chest. It was chocolate sauce that her grandson Xuanxuan had smeared on her during breakfast.

She shrank her feet, which were clad in Crocs, and regretted not dressing up properly before going out.

After dropping Xuanxuan off at kindergarten in the morning, she returned home and immediately began mopping and cleaning. Then she received a phone call from a strange woman who asked her to meet at a coffee shop near the neighborhood.

These past few days, some old classmates have suggested we get together. After all, we're all approaching fifty, and if we don't meet now, we don't know if we'll ever have the chance again in the rest of our lives.

Although the woman's name on the phone was unfamiliar, she instinctively assumed it was an old classmate. They hadn't been in contact for over thirty years, and she couldn't remember most of her classmates' names. And since the other person had called her by her name so accurately, she was certain it was the right person.

Upon seeing her for the first time, Mei Yusheng was so surprised that she couldn't speak.

Her figure and attire make her look like she's in her thirties; some might even believe it.

In just a moment, Mei Yusheng felt a sense of inferiority.

They say time is a cruel mistress, but it seems powerless against the woman before me.

Mei Yusheng felt a mix of emotions she couldn't quite describe—envy, jealousy, and a touch of bitterness.

He had initially felt somewhat humble in her presence, but that humility vanished the moment she uttered her first words, quickly transforming into anger.

"Han Caiyu?" Mei Yusheng pondered these three words, suddenly feeling that they seemed somewhat familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had heard them before.

"Do you know my husband?"

Yue Jiangting is her husband. They have been married for thirty years. Their son is twenty-eight years old this year, and their grandson Xuanxuan is already in kindergarten.

Han Caiyu chuckled, her voice smug: "More than just acquaintances, don't you know that the woman Yue Jiangting loves most is me?"

With a sudden burst of excitement, Mei Yusheng stared in astonishment at Han Caiyu's still charming face. In a flash, she remembered something from thirty years ago.

She and Yue Jiangting met through a blind date.

In my second year of high school, my father died in an accident at the factory. My mother raised my brother and me alone, and even with the compensation from the factory, life was very difficult.

She was forced to drop out of school and work as a sales clerk in a department store to earn a meager income to help support her family.

When she was twenty-three, a neighbor introduced her to Yue Jiangting. He was two years older than her and also came from an ordinary working-class family. After meeting him, she was immediately smitten. He was tall and handsome, and even his coarse work clothes couldn't hide his good looks.

He works at a fertilizer factory, is an only child, and his parents are both factory workers with no family burdens. He also promised to use all of her salary to support her younger brother after they get married.

Mei Yusheng felt very lucky to have found a kind and considerate husband, and they got married less than three months after they met.

Only after marriage did she learn that Yue Jiangting had a childhood sweetheart. After dating for several years, his first love dumped him and married a son of a high-ranking official.

Disheartened, he agreed to the blind date arranged by his family.

Mei Yusheng felt a chill in her heart, but she thought that since they had already broken up and were getting married, there would be no further connection between them.

As time goes by, Yue Jiangting and she will gradually develop feelings for each other, and the love they had in their youth will gradually fade away.

At this moment, Mei Yusheng remembered that her first love's name was indeed Han Caiyu.

But thirty years have passed in the blink of an eye, and Yuejiang Pavilion has never mentioned it again, and Meiyu Sheng has long been forgotten.

This woman who suddenly appeared, reopened old stories, and even ordered her to divorce him as if it were her right. Where did she get the right and confidence?

There's no need to waste time with her. The house isn't cleaned yet, and I still need to go to the supermarket to buy groceries and prepare lunch.

My husband and son usually don't come home for lunch, but my daughter-in-law does, along with my mother-in-law and Xuanxuan. I have to prepare meals for all four of us. Xuanxuan needs to take a nap before I take him to kindergarten.

She was busier than the people at work, so she stood up to leave.

"Wait a minute!" Han Caiyu called out to her loudly, "You can leave after you've looked at these photos."

As she spoke, she pulled a stack of photos from her light purple handbag, placed them on the table, and looked at Mei Yusheng with great interest, seemingly anticipating her reaction after reading them.

Mei Yu hesitated for a moment, then sat back down, feeling a sudden, inexplicable panic, but her hand involuntarily reached out and picked up the photo.

The moment she saw it, her pupils dilated in shock, her eyes widening in disbelief as she stared intently at the couple cuddling together in the photo.

It was Yue Jiangting and Han Caiyu!

The photos depict various scenes, including candlelight dinners, couples dancing together, and even intimate scenes under soft indoor lighting.

There's a snow scene with two people holding hands, wearing matching rings on their ring fingers—a style Mei Yusheng had never seen before. On the back, a line of handwritten words reads: "If we are ever drenched in snow together again, then we can consider ourselves to have grown old together in this life."

The calligraphy is clearly from Yuejiang Pavilion; it's not particularly beautiful, but it has its own unique characteristics.

The sound of plum rain brought tears to my eyes, and my vision blurred with mist. Ah, Yuejiang Pavilion, reeking of money, was actually posing as a refined scholar.

"Now do you believe me?" Han Caiyu slowly picked up her coffee cup, took a sip, and a smug smile curled at the corner of her lips. "You've monopolized Jiang Ting for thirty years. He gave you the best years of his youth. You should be content. Now it's time to give him back to me."

Mei Yusheng discovered that the photos were taken over a wide period of time, with the earliest being five years ago.

"You two have been hooking up for a long time? Five years? Or even earlier?" Mei Yusheng's tone was filled with thunderous anger, and her eyes were icy cold.

"To be precise, it was twenty years ago." Han Caiyu pretended to ponder for a moment, her long eyebrows slightly furrowed. "Brother Jiang Ting made me suffer for twenty years in order to take responsibility for you! What more could you want?"

"I've never seen anything like it! This world has become so absurd that even mistresses dare to be arrogant in front of the wives?" Mei Yusheng raised her voice.

In the quiet and elegant coffee shop, this shout really startled everyone present.

The people around them all looked at them, their gazes towards Han Caiyu filled with curiosity and disdain.

Han Caiyu's expression changed; she hadn't expected Mei Yusheng to dare say it in public.

A housewife like her should be desperately trying to hide her family's dirty laundry, right? By broadcasting it out loud, she loses face, and her husband's reputation is ruined too. Has Mei Yusheng lost her mind?

"You came to see me without Yue Jiangting's knowledge, didn't you? A mistress can't wait to take over; threatening the wife won't work! Let Yue Jiangting talk to me himself!"