The lawyer was surprised by my decision and tried to persuade me.

"Mrs. Stone, are you sure? Have you thought this through? Divorce means a complete separation from your husband."

I nodded but when I realized he couldn't see me, I gritted my teeth and replied, "Yes. I've thought it through. Please start the proceedings."

When I married Kyron, my whole family opposed it. He wasn't from a respected family background, and I was from a wealthy family.

No one thought we were a good match.

It wasn't until my dad forced him to sign a prenuptial agreement that he agreed to let us get married.

I used to joke that he was old-fashioned, saying that Kyron and I would grow old together. Who would have thought it would end like this?

I was the one who went after Kyron. Back in college, I had guys chasing me left and right, but I would shoo them away.

Kyron never approached me, nor did he flatter me because of my social status.

I found out later that it was because Fiona also attended our school. He loved her deeply and was willing to be her lapdog.

It wasn't until Fiona announced she was getting married abroad that Kyron finally gave up.

Or maybe not completely. Perhaps he just got tired of being her lapdog. He sought me as a temporary refuge, but I took it seriously.

That night, after we slept together, I proposed marriage. Kyron was shocked.

He had said, "Courtney, aren't you afraid I have someone else in my heart?"

I replied that I had the confidence to be his wife and lifelong partner.

Looking back, I was so naive. Our relationship had been a joke.

Three years ago, Fiona made one phone call to Kyron. He rushed across the ocean to see her because she said she missed him.

Two years ago, when I was in the emergency room after a car accident, Kyron disappeared. It turned out that Fiona had returned to the country, and they spent the night together.

Last year, during the company's shareholders' meeting, he suddenly vanished. It was later discovered that he had taken Fiona on a walk.

I opened Kyron's travel app.

It showed he had got tons of airline miles from cross-country trips over the past few years.

These were all proof of his unconditional love.

The reason for my miscarriage was also confirmed in Fiona's social media posts.

The so-called crystal bracelet that was supposed to bring luck wasn't something he bought; it was something Fiona had worn for years.

She didn't give it to me for good luck. She just wanted to provoke me.

Kyron knew I was pregnant, but he didn't even warn me when the crystal beads were scattered on the floor, despite the risk of an accident.

I had finally woken up. From the beginning, this marriage was a mistake.

It wasn't until that day when I was alone at home, bleeding profusely, that I realized he never cared about me. I was scared stiff, but I couldn't reach Kyron on the phone.

This mistake had to end.

Kyron, I know you love her. I'll make it easy for you both.

Kyron left not long after.

I washed up and laid down. The doctor had advised me to rest more.

Just as I was about to fall asleep, I received a call from him.

The phone picked up the sound of a purring engine. I had bought that convertible sports car for him.

"Sorry, Courtney. The issue is quite complicated. I won't be back tonight. You don't need to wait for me. Go to sleep.

"I know I've neglected you lately. I'll make it up to you later. We are, after all, a couple who vowed to share joys and sorrows," he added.

I hadn't even spoken before he hung up.

I was wide awake now.

Kyron had used the same excuses countless times, be it company issues, client invitations, or major events.

I let out a cold laugh.

"Forget being a couple. I've had enough of this suffering," I muttered as I stared at the darkened screen.

Vows only matter when they're made. After that, they mean nothing.

The next morning, I woke up to an empty bed and felt relieved. He hadn't come home, just as I expected.

Just as I was about to make breakfast, I received a call from a board member of the company.

"Courtney, what an arrogant husband you have! He doesn't even attend board meetings!"

"It's fine. He won't have the chance to anymore." I chuckled and hung up.

The company was just a tool for him to withdraw money. He didn't care about doing any actual work as long as he could get the money.

I was about to call Kyron when I stumbled upon Fiona's social media post from the previous night.

"Someone just rushed over to be with me despite the rain. I know you love me the most," the post read.

The photo showed the two of them in intimate lighting, Kyron's eyes slightly sparkled.

I called Kyron.

"What's up?" he said, his voice husky with sleep.

I was about to speak when I heard a sultry moan on the other end of the line.

"Kyron, no…"

In an instant, all my blood rushed to my head, my stomach churned, and I felt like vomiting.

I swallowed my words and hung up the phone. I sat down slowly at the kitchen table, still shaking uncontrollably.

Kyron and I had been married for years, but the number of times we'd been intimate could be counted on one hand.

He claimed he was naturally frigid, saying it was a lifelong issue he was born with.

It turned out he just didn't want to touch me. When he was with Fiona, it was a different story altogether.

I calmed down after a while and started frantically scrolling through Fiona's social media posts.

I saved all the photos and videos of the two of them together.

I sent all the evidence of how he fawned over her, cooked for her, and lavished her with expensive gifts to my lawyer.

"Since you love her so much, I'll make her Mrs. Stone myself," I thought.

Kyron came home that night unexpectedly.

I had prepared a whole table of dishes. When Kyron entered, he thought I had done it for him.

"Courtney, you're pregnant. How could you exert yourself like this? You didn't need to do all this," he said as he reached to embrace me.

I turned away to avoid him as I looked at my hands. At one point, I had dreamed of achieving great things with these hands.

Now, I was stuck at home, cooking and managing the household. And until now, he still didn't know that my baby was gone.

As I lowered my head, tears fell and I quickly wiped them away.

When I turned back, I saw Kyron had already started eating.

At that moment, I wanted to flip the table. None of this was worth it.

"Courtney, you grew up with everything, and yet you can cook so well," he said. "I'm lucky to have married you."

"By the way, our wedding anniversary is coming up soon. Do you want to have a big celebration or just one with the two of us?"

As Kyron said this, it reminded me of how Fiona ruined our anniversary every year.

I was sure she wouldn't let me have peace this year, either.

"Either way is fine," I said with indifference.

Kyron agreed enthusiastically.

…

On our anniversary, he booked a top-tier restaurant with exquisite dishes.

We had just sat down when Kyron's phone rang again.

He took a quick glance at it, and I knew he wouldn't be staying.

"Courtney, it's company business. I have to go."

"Whatever," I said, without sparing him a glance. I did not want to hear another word from him. It was all just a web of lies, anyway.

Kyron seemed relieved. He opened a bottle of wine for me and then left.

"I'll make it up to you next time with a big celebration!"

"There's no next time. You won't have the chance, Kyron," I thought silently.