苏晴盯着手机屏幕，上面是五年前那张让她心烦意乱的照片。照片里，她穿着一身洁白的婚纱，笑得比哭还难看，旁边是她那个名义上的丈夫，江夜寒。男人西装革履，搂着她的腰，眼神里的宠溺几乎要溢出来，可苏晴却感觉浑身僵硬。

“搞什么鬼？”她皱着眉头， thumbed over the screen, trying to zoom in on the details. The photo had been taken at their supposed wedding, a lavish ceremony that had ended in a bitter divorce. Five years later, and she was still haunted by the memory.

She deleted the photo, her fingers trembling slightly. She didn't want to dwell on the past, not anymore. She had moved on, built a new life, and was finally starting to feel like she was in control of her own destiny.

But then, her phone rang. The caller ID displayed a name she hadn't seen in years: “Jiang Nighthan.”

Her blood ran cold. Why was he calling her now? After all these years?

She answered the call, her voice steady despite the knot in her stomach. “Hello?”

“Are you free tonight?” His voice was deep and commanding, just like she remembered. “I need you.”

Brave words coming from a man who had left her at the altar. Su Qing’s lips curled into a sarcastic smile. “I’m not sure what you’re talking about.”