What hit me even harder were the couple's profile pictures they had chosen together: a pink butterfly paired with a blue one, silently revealing what I had refused to acknowledge.

My heart sank completely.

Francine noticed my gaze and quickly turned the screen off, but it was already too late.

The air in the room felt thick, almost frozen for a few seconds.

Then, she tried to explain, her voice faltering.

"It's just work-related..."

I couldn't hold it in anymore as I cut her off.

"Francine, let's get a divorce."

I spoke the words calmly, as if I were standing outside of myself.

She froze, clearly unable to comprehend what I'd just said. "What did you say?"

I reiterated, "I said, let's get a divorce."

Then, I stood up, the weight of it all sinking in. "Francine, it's over."

Instantly, her face drained of color.

"Carson, listen to me. It's not what you think."

I looked at her, cold as ice. "So, what is it then? Did Evan's hand accidentally slip onto your waist? Did you both unintentionally pick matching couple profile pictures? Or was the Maldives ticket something you accidentally booked?"

Francine's gaze flickered briefly before turning to anger. "Why are you pushing me like this? I work so hard every day. Can't you be a little more understanding? You weren't like this before! Now, you want a divorce over two plane tickets?"

I rubbed my temples tiredly, a deep sigh escaping me. "Yes, divorce. I'll move out tomorrow and contact a lawyer to draft the divorce agreement."

With that, I turned and walked into the guest room, slamming the door behind me.

I didn't sleep a wink that night.

The first time I met Francine was at a university debate competition. She wore a simple white shirt, had her ponytail high, spoke sharply, and her gaze was bright.

I sat in the audience, my heart pounding in my chest.

Right there, I fell for Francine instantly.

After that, I chased her for five long years. For her, I chose to give up the family business and stay in the country, joining her father's company after graduation.

From campus to the workplace, from being unnoticed to becoming a part of her life.

On the day I proposed, I kneeled by the sea. The sound of the waves drowned out my trembling voice, but she smiled and nodded in response.

What a pity! The sweeter the memories, the sharper the reality.

Sighing deeply, I picked up my phone and saw a number I hadn't called in a while.

I sent a message: