To help my husband raise money for his mother's medical expenses, I started doing freelance illustration work online, using my hand-drawing skills. One day, I received a message from a new client.

“Hi there, I’d like to commission a drawing of a couple.”

The message included a photo of my husband, Elijah, with a young woman.

Seeing the photo made my head spin. I wondered if the exhaustion from working non-stop all week had blurred my vision, making me mistake someone who resembled him. I zoomed in and out of the photo until I was absolutely certain. The man in the photo was unmistakably Elijah.

Holding down the chaos inside me, I messaged the girl to dig a little deeper.

“No problem.”

“There’s a special offer right now, and I can add text as a border for free. Would you like that?”

She replied quickly.

“That sounds wonderful.”

“Please write ‘Happy One-Year Anniversary’.”

So, less than two years into our marriage, Elijah was already seeing someone else. I shut down my computer and gazed vacantly at the clouds outside the window. Even faced with the truth, I couldn't recall any obvious signs in Elijah’s behavior.

The sound of the front door opening snapped me back to reality, and I realized it had gotten dark outside without me noticing.

“Raelyn?” Elijah called from the hallway, his voice as gentle as ever.

I remained silent as he looked for me in each room. When he opened the door to my studio, he was visibly surprised to find me there. To spare me the harsh glare of the overhead lights, he carefully moved toward me, using the hallway light for guidance.

“What’s wrong? Are you feeling okay?” His voice was filled with genuine concern, without a hint of insincerity.

Without waiting for a reply, Elijah took my hand gently, giving it a reassuring pat.

“I’m sorry that you’ve been under so much pressure lately.”

“Don’t worry, once Mom’s health gets better, I promise we’ll take a nice vacation together.”

“I even made sure to get your favorite pulled pork and spiced honey cake. Let’s eat and then relax, alright?”

Trying to appease my growling stomach, I followed Elijah into the living room. Watching him unpack the restaurant food and carefully set the table, something suddenly clicked. I grabbed my phone and checked the girl’s social media updates.

An hour ago, she had posted a picture of an extravagant dinner at the same restaurant where Elijah had picked up the food he brought home. The coincidence was impossible to ignore. Thinking back over the past three months, he’d frequently brought home takeout, saying it was to add variety so we wouldn’t get tired of eating from the same places. But really, he was probably having dinner with her first.

His so-called “consideration” was just an afterthought. And here I was, clueless, working late into the night to make extra cash for his mother’s treatment. I felt like a fool.

I couldn’t help but start laughing.

Elijah was startled by my sudden laughter. He looked up, asking cautiously, “Honey, what’s so funny?”

I looked at him with a calm demeanor.

“No need, your ‘consideration’ is too much for me to handle.”

His hands froze in place, and his face grew visibly tense.

It was just a fleeting moment before he returned to his usual demeanor, as if everything I had seen was merely a figment of my imagination. The atmosphere in the room felt heavy, almost suffocating, and I found it hard to breathe. I turned and headed for the door.

Outside, a light drizzle was falling, and a chilly breeze cut through the damp air, amplifying the coldness I felt in my heart. I shivered involuntarily. Elijah quickly caught up with me, jogging to close the distance, and placed a jacket over my shoulders.

In that blurred moment, I remembered the first time we met. It was another rainy day. He had held an umbrella over me in front of the library. Back then, my mother was gravely ill, and I was constantly moving between school, the hospital, and my part-time job. The hospital bills and tuition pressed down on me like a ton of bricks. That rainy day without an umbrella was the last straw that broke my resolve. Elijah had pulled me back from the brink of despair, making me feel like the universe hadn’t abandoned me after all. Someone was there to stand by me and lend a helping hand.

But now, the very person who once lifted me up had pushed me back to the edge.

"Raelyn, are you upset because I got home late?" Elijah asked, eyes filled with sincerity so reminiscent of the past. But I could no longer meet his gaze. Truths and lies blurred together, and suddenly I couldn't tell them apart. Eight years of being together, and it struck me how little I truly understood the man before me.

Elijah continued to apologize, "I’m sorry, Raelyn, it’s my fault. If you don’t want to eat there, I can get us something else."

As we talked, we reached the entrance of a diner. I gave a quick glance inside, and Elijah immediately understood what I wanted. He ushered me in, expertly ordering all my favorite dishes from the owner.

I listened quietly as he ordered, noting his attention to detail. He even reminded the owner, "Go easy on the sauce, please. We prefer lighter flavors." Then, he turned to me with a smile, "Hey, Raelyn, why don’t you go sit down for a bit? I’ll wait here."

Elijah picked up his phone, responding to messages with a slight smile. His usual reserved and distant demeanor had transformed into that of a young man experiencing first love, unable to hide his joy from receiving a message from someone special.

I suddenly realized that I hadn’t been attuned to Elijah’s emotions for a long time. Or perhaps I had stopped observing him altogether. Maybe I had subconsciously assumed that his love for me was unchanging, that he would always be by my side and treat me well. That blind trust had led me to never question him, causing me to miss the warning signs of his changing behavior.

As the skewers turned on the grill, the fat sizzled and dripped onto the charcoal below. Torn inside, I came to a decision. I couldn’t accept any betrayal.

I needed a divorce.

I opened my mouth to speak, but before I could get a word out, Elijah's phone suddenly rang.

He took the call, and his expression turned serious.

"Alright, don't worry. I'm on my way."

Then he approached and knelt beside me.

"Sweetheart, something urgent has come up at the office. I need to head back."

"I've already covered the bill for dinner. I'm really sorry, I'll make it up to you later."

With that, he got up and ruffled my hair—a familiar gesture—before leaving the grill without a backward glance.

I didn't call him out on it. The restaurant was unusually quiet today. Although I was close, I couldn't hear the caller's words, but I could tell it was a woman's voice. I watched his figure disappear, lost in thought for a moment.

Elijah used to hate being apart from me even for a moment. Every morning before he left for work, he would softly kiss my forehead as a farewell. He’d linger and watch until I was out of sight. When did things change? When did he start leaving so easily, without a second thought?

I walked home through the rain, feeling the chill seep into my bones, draining the warmth from my heart.

Half an hour later, Macy posted an update on Instagram. The photo showed her hand and Elijah's, both holding identical cups of latte. I had no doubt it was Elijah; the ring was the one he had chosen for us.

"Raelyn, this matching ring signifies 'You are my only one.'"

"Just like us, for the rest of my life, I will love only you."

He had leaned down and kissed my hand delicately, making my heart feel like it weighed a thousand pounds. He had carefully slipped the ring onto my finger, then looked up at me, his smile brimming with real joy.

Now, there it was—an identical ring on Macy's hand, making me question how meaningful "only one" really was.

The caption said: "With you by my side, thunderstorms don't scare me anymore. The latte is just the right sweetness, like your love for me." I smirked in self-mockery. It seemed he could remember more than just my likes. He remembered someone else's preferences, choosing to deceive me to be with her, fully aware that it bothered me. This time, he made his choice right before my eyes.

I spent the whole night packing. I tossed all the mementos we made together into trash bags. I replaced whatever matching items I could. Eventually, I took off the ring and threw it into the trash bin downstairs with the rest. Looking at the mark it left on my finger, I was surprised by how little sadness I felt. Then I occupied myself by moving my things into the guest room.

Once done, the exhaustion of the past few days hit me, and I fell asleep without even realizing it.

The alarm clock woke me up the next morning, my head still a bit foggy. Checking the calendar, I remembered I was supposed to visit Lacey today. Ever since she fell ill, I'd been visiting her every Sunday, chatting or helping with household chores, fulfilling my duty as her daughter-in-law.

The house was still silent as I looked around. Elijah hadn’t come home last night, which was unusual.