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“Liam, it's just an anniversary. Why are you being so dramatic?”
“Mark my words," she warned, "If you walk away now, don't ever come begging back to me.”
With that, she left surrounded by bodyguards, her back radiating contempt.
Countless pitying looks followed me out of the shop.
I sighed and walked towards the exit.
The young man was waiting by the door, blocking my way.
“Mr. Liam, after all these years, you still don't know your place? Why embarrass yourself?”
“You think getting rid of me will make Evelyn respect you? Dream on!”
He leaned in close and whispered,
“We're all just distractions for her. But you... you're the only one stupid enough to believe this was ever a real marriage.”
I stared at him, confronted once again by those eyes so much like Evelyn's first love.
Now eyes full of utter disdain.
All these years, Evelyn had plenty of men around her—some looked like him, some acted like him.
During those tough times, I kept telling myself that memories would gradually fade. Eventually, I'd be able to move her.
But after three years…
In the eyes of her latest lover, I was just another form of entertainment she kept around.
The only distinction was that they were temporary amusements, while I was the permanent fixture in her twisted game.
I stumbled back to the villa in a daze. I stared at the cake the server had pushed into my hands, sitting in numb silence for what felt like an eternity.
It was almost midnight—Evelyn wasn't back. She was off celebrating a birthday with her “first lover”, probably having the time of her life.
Quietly, I stuck three candles into the cake and lit them.
I watched them burn down to nothing—just like my burnt-out marriage.
As the last flame died, I opened the closet and packed a few clothes.
There are no children between Evelyn and me. No complicated assets to untangle. I didn't take a single thing that reminded me of her—not even the marriage certificate.
he irony was almost pathetic. That fairytale wedding that shook the city—and we never even legally married.
Back then, Evelyn had ststed flatly,
“I don't want to be tied down by a piece of paper.”
But I knew the real reason. she married me to revenge against the man who had left her.
And I loved her so much, I didn't want to miss my chance to be with her.
I endured her indifference, the contempt from her family, the relentless gossip from outsiders. I met it all with a smile, giving silently and constantly.
But not every effort is cherished.
Evelyn, I'm just tired—tired of loving you.
