at the comments section of the video. It was
filled with envy and admiration.
“Is this what a CEO’s love life is like? I’m in
love!”
“Childhood sweethearts plus first love, that’s
a full house!”
I shook my head, a bitter smile twisting my
lips.
I quietly ate the dinner I’d prepared all day.
Then, I put away the flowers.
The vibrant peonies, his favorite, had been
flown in fresh that morning. Now, everything
around me seemed to mock me silently.
Our five-year anniversary. He was the one
who asked me to prepare in advance.
I waited and waited, only to be met with this.
It was just an excuse to get me out of the
way.
In the video, he looked at Seraphina with such
tenderness. He always wore an icy mask
around me.
That was the moment when I was truly
exhausted. It felt like my last breath had
finally left me.
The anxiety that was suspended in my heart
finally fell.
I used to think it was just his personality, that
he was naturally a non-smiling man.
But now I think about it, I know there is
nothing like that, it’s just that the object is
not me.
My love with him?
Ha, it’s just deceiving myself, and only I really
believe it.
I knew it was time to cut ties and stop
torturing myself.
I dialed his number. “Where are you?”
L
Even though I could clearly hear Seraphina’s
laughter in the background, he didn’t miss a
beat, his voice as cold as ever. “Working
late.”
He couldn’t even bother to put more than two
words in the lie.
The laughter faded as he moved to a quieter
place, trying to make his lie sound more
convincing.
“Dubois, I’m tired. I want a divorce.”
Perhaps taken aback by the firmness in my
voice, he was silent for a moment before
exploding with anger. “What the hell is wrong
with you? Are you crazy? Go get help, and
stop bothering me.”
“I’ll send you the divorce papers. Just sign
them.”
I hung up without waiting for his response,
ignoring his furious ranting on the other end.
I looked around the space, both familiar and
foreign. This was where I’d once cooked for
him, done his laundry, washed his feet, and
massaged his tired muscles.
I’d comforted him countless times, trying to
ease his worries. After five years of marriage,
I finally understood that no matter how much I
did, it was all in vain.
I wasn’t the one he wanted. I was just a
substitute, someone to fill the void until she
came back.
