wn. But for five years, I held onto a sliver of hope that

, and it was also our f

dishes growing cold on the table. I had been waiting since six in the evening,

e years of our marriage, she ha

text from her. I had sent her a message in the afternoon, ge

gotten until I met her. She was the one who insisted on celebrating it, saying that everyone deserves to feel special on their birthday.

news notification popped up on the screen. It was from a

ars at Charity Gala with New Flame,

man, Liam. He looked strikingly similar to her deceased childhood sweetheart. They held hands, and Olivia looked at him with a tenderness I had never seen in her eyes when she looked at me. A

chased a limited-edition sports car worth forty million doll

glass windows. The world outside was dark and

or her husband' s. The contrast was so sharp it felt like a physical blow

myself. It was a pathetic sight. All these years, I had been living a

to life, casting a flickering light on my face. I looked at my r

, Ethan," I whi

urled upwards and vanished, just like my love fo