Three years ago, at our wedding, she sat alone in the hall next door and watched the entire ceremony.

I asked Ethan if she was his relative. He glanced at her, paused, and said he did not know her.

Seeing how devastated she looked, I thought she was here after having her heart broken. I even gave her some chocolates from our reception.

I had no idea the one who broke her heart was my newlywed husband.

My eyes lowered, I suddenly laughed.

So it turned out the relationship I treasured so much had been full of lies from the start.

My phone vibrated. I turned it on and saw a picture of Ethan’s desk.

[Babe, I reached the company. See this stack of documents? I’m exhausted, and I need your kiss to recharge.]

I fell back into the car seat, covering my face self-deprecatingly. He was exhausted, alright, but it had nothing to do with those documents.

Anna drove away, and I followed her.

I already knew everything I needed to know, so I had no intention of following her. However, the red Mini seemed to be going the same way I was.

When we reached an intersection, we waited at the red light next to each other. She seemed to glance at me.

The light turned green, and I drove with my eyes fixed forward.

Within seconds, something abruptly crashed into my car. My head smashed into the glass, and my car headed straight into the path of a large truck.

Amid the piercing horn, I lost consciousness in a world of agony.

When I next woke up, my body was racked with pain. My stomach hurt especially badly.

Ethan stood before my bed, stubble on his haggard face. His voice was hoarse. “Jasmine…”

I asked weakly, “How long was I out?”

He seemed even weaker than me. “A day.”

It was only a day, huh? He looked like he had not cleaned up for three days.

He held my hand slowly, his voice trembling. “Jasmine… Thank goodness you're alright… Thank goodness you didn't leave me…”

He choked, burying his face in my hands.

I looked up at the white fluorescent lights above my head and said softly, “But… you left me.”

He raised his head in a panic. “I didn't! Jasmine, I can explain!

“She's just a friend! She recently returned to the country and asked for a job at my company, but I didn't agree!

“She said she wanted to treat me to a meal after I rejected her. Nothing happened between us!

“Jasmine, she's just an old friend of mine!

“If you want to know anything, you can just ask me. There was no need to hurt yourself following me!

“I'll never lie to you!”

He spouted terrible lies, completely losing his head. I watched him calmly, no longer feeling any pain or anger.

I finally knew. It was not that he had changed.

He had always been an excellent liar.

This entire relationship was just a fairytale he crafted for me. Now, I finally knew what a stupid mistake I had made three years ago.

Now, after barely escaping with my life, I was going to correct that mistake.

I endured the pain from my wounds and said slowly, “Ethan, let's get divorced.”

His body shook. He stared at me.

“Why?”

His face was pale, his brow covered with sweat. He looked like a mess.

I sighed, raised my hand, and reached into his pocket.

With a hook of my fingers, I pulled out a skin-colored silk stocking. It was covered in traces of fluids.

“Ethan, your acting skills have deteriorated.”