After a fruitless standoff, James finally, half-coaxingly, opened the backseat door for me.

As the car started, the dust flew up, blocked my view, but I still caught a glimpse of Savannah walking into the office with a smile on her face.

I remained silent along the way.

He understood my temper and, perhaps sensing my concern, patiently explained. "Nicola, don't overthink it."

"She's drunk and carsick, so I let her sit in the front seat. She's my boss, though. I couldn't let her sit with those two big men, smelly."

As he spoke, he observed my expression through the rearview mirror.

Seeing a slight smile on my face, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Potato chips, right? I'll have a friend buy them for you later. Buy ten boxes, okay?"

He was always forthcoming with his pampering.

So, I didn't argue with him again.

I was, after all, aware that James and Savannah were simply superiors and subordinates.

Until, a few days later, I received imported potato chips James had bought for me.

Happily unpacking, I casually answered a phone call for him.

A conspicuous female voice came through the receiver.

"Did you receive the chips? I went to great lengths to buy them."

"She's just a little girl, so it's not a big deal to coax her a little."

I froze, seeing the name "Savannah" on the caller ID.

Then I spoke with difficulty, "James is showering."

The other end remained silent for a moment before laughing heartily.

"Ah, Nicola! James often mentions you at work. I heard you're getting married soon. You must invite me to the wedding!"

Savannah's reaction was enthusiastic, but not so enthusiastic that I ignored something amiss.

So after James came out, I asked him, "Who bought these potato chips?"

He answered crisply, "Savannah."

"Don't overthink it. She's leaving soon. She's brought a box for each of her colleague."

She was indeed transferred to Therondia shortly thereafter.

After that, James began preparing for our wedding and I no longer had any doubts and fell into the bliss of stepping into the marriage hall.

Sadly, this happiness only lasted three months.

I rewatched the viral video several times and one thing became clear to me; James spent his time with Savannah in Therondia.

James got back from work.

He didn't act unusual and, as usual, brought me some fried food from my favorite place.

At dinner, I casually asked him, "How long have you been in Therondia?"

I then noticed his hand tremble in mid-air as he picked up the food.

But soon, he pretended to be indifferent and said, "Why did you suddenly ask this? It seems like it's been -27 days."

I nodded.

That was right.

However, as soon as I got his answer, I couldn't help but feel nauseous.

"I'm going to the bathroom."

I shut out his questioning voice outside the door, flopped down on the toilet and vomited.

When I got up, I held back the heartache and opened the recorded video from earlier.

I had scrolled through thousands of comments when I suddenly came across a comment with a picture and text from a Therondian IP.

The text read: [Twenty-seven days and I have no regrets.]

I felt an inexplicable sense.

I paused and enlarged the picture.

Under the blue sky and white clouds in Therondia, a pair of hands tightly held together.

A faint ring mark appeared on the man's ring finger.

But he didn't wear a ring.

Well, 27 days.

If he remembered it so clearly, then this time away from the routine of going to work and back home and without me, must have been quite carefree.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have expressed such deep regret in that video.

No regret? Then his eyes were red as hell!

Tears fell heavily on the phone screen.

I suddenly regretted it.

Regretted not rejecting the boy's blushing confession at seventeen.

But regretting was useless.

Ten years spending my time with James occupied my entire, selfless youth.

I hated him and wanted to leave him.

But before that, I wanted him to pay the corresponding price.

In a better mood, the first thing I did was to set the destination of my honeymoon trip to Therondia.

I came out of the bathroom and told him expressionlessly.

The next second, the man's voice rose. "Therondia!"

I curled my lips to him. "Hmm, or you don't want to go with me?"

He didn't refuse me.

He was even more enthusiastic than I was, booking flights and hotels overnight and excitedly discussing which restaurants had the best beef and seafood.

Which the best spot to take photos of the scenery.

And I thought coldly.

These should be memories of you and Savannah, right?

If that was the case, then let the special romantic memory of mine gradually turn into nightmares haunting you.

So, two days later, we arrived in Therondia.

But on the first stop of our honeymoon trip, I developed altitude sickness.

I lay groggy in my hotel bed, feeling like no energy to go anywhere.

James busied himself taking care of me, as attentive as ever.

But I still noticed.

He was texting someone from time to time.

And always smiling.

Here you were my games!

I said to him, "I want to have coffee matcha latte from that Netflix-famous shop tonight, can you buy it for me?"

Actually, coffee matcha latte was everywhere in Le Feuvre.

The reason I wanted to have coffee matcha latte from that Netflix-famous shop was simply to make it easier for me to find them.

James couldn't hide it from me.

On the night we agreed to go to Therondia, he had made an appointment with Savannah to meet in Le Feuvre.

Until he left, I got up from bed, feeling completely fine.

Because I had no altitude sickness in the first place.

Perhaps he had completely let his guard down.

That night, I opened his phone and found he was logged in to TikTok account.

Among thousands of private messages, he happened to ignite a spark with a girl with a Crayon Shin-chan avatar.

I clicked in with trembling hands.

I saw a year-long record of sparks between the two of them.

So, it was the apps the two them used for communicating and expressing their feelings.

In the dark night, tears blurred my eyes as I watched how James expressed his longing for Savannah.

[It's been two months since we parted in Therondia. As you wished, I'm married, but still can't forget you.]

[Savannah, tell me. Is there really only one choice between responsibility and love?]

Soon, she gave a reply.

[But we were clearly very happy those 27 days, weren't we?]

[Forget me. Be the James you can be without regrets.]

Seeing this, I felt like building a chapel for each of them.

I lost my youth and they lost their love!

It was truly great.

I bit my lip, my gaze still fixed on the message from Savannah.

[Okay, then, let's see each other one last time.]

I turned my head and saw James sleeping with a smile on his face.

Now, I had successfully spotted them outside the Netflix-famous shop.

Savannah hadn't changed much, still as elegant and intellectual as ever.

However, it seemed she also rushed to the shop and even had no time to put her suitcase in the hotel.

No, she said she would only each other last time, so why would she bring a suitcase?

It was really hard to guess where they were going next.

Witnessed two people getting into a taxi together.

I drove my already rented car and followed them all the way to a high-end hotel.

Sure, I couldn't get in.

But I put a mini camera on James' backpack.

Half an hour later.

Ambiguous and passionate sounds came out from the networked surveillance screen.

I covered my mouth tightly.

Pinched my nails hard into my palm.

When James returned, I had already returned to the hotel.

He smiled as he put down the packed butter tea and walked over to the bed, leaning in to kiss me.

Little did he know, I wasn't in bed.

He shrugged and turned around to see me coming out of the bathroom.

"Nicola, why don't you rest in bed?"

I looked at him and suddenly said, "James, come and take a video with me."

He looked puzzled. "What video?"

"Come over and you'll find out."

In front of him, I opened the "Six Glasses of Wine for Myself" challenge.

James was immediately shocked and pale.

"What the hell is this video? It's so weird."

I gave no response, just turning on the camera and aiming it at us.

He was very resistant and said, "You can take a video yourself, Baby. I have social anxiety."

Upon hearing this, I felt a sense of irony in my heart.

Social anxiety? But that video of yours had already reached ten millions views as of today.

I said nothing, insisting on pulling him into the camera.

I could tell he was getting impatient.

But after a long struggle, he chose to compromise.

So, I faced the camera, drinking water instead of wine.

Imitated James and toasted myself with six glasses of wine.

"First, to myself, for meeting him at seventeen."

"Second, to myself, for remaining true to him, loving him and marrying him at twenty-seven."

"Third, to myself, for finding an empty potato chip package at home."

With that, I pulled out the crumpled, yet well-preserved bag of chips from behind me.

The man just turned his head in shock, not caring about how he looked on camera.

He blushed, broke his guard and tried to come and grab what I had in my hand.

"Where did you find it? Give it back to me!"

I stood up, took out the note from the bag and thrusted it directly at the screen.

A line of words written on it: [If you miss me, come to Therondia to find me.]

James was caught off guard by my action.

By the time he snatched the note back, a barrage of comments was popping into the screen.

Yes, I wasn't filming a video.

But rather, livestreaming.

I actually discovered the potato chip bag a long time ago.

It was hidden in his drawer, but I never opened it before.

I simply thought he did it to remember my preferences.

But on the day I set off from home to Therondia, I opened it.

And a small note popped out.

A bright, shiny, provocative note to me.

James still stood in a daze.

He should have realized something.

"Nicola, why did you come to Therondia?"

I glanced at the lively livestream room. Sure enough, someone seemed to have recognized James.

"Isn't he the man in that popular video? Did he have a fight with his sister-in-law?"

James hadn't noticed yet.

He was still questioning me.

"Are you done yet! I told you there's nothing going on between Savannah and me!"

I raised my eyebrows. "Did I mention her?"

His words got stuck in his throat and turned into a swear word that broke his defense.

He started packing his belongings.

"We're leaving now."

But I refused.

I faced the camera and continued to toast myself with the last few glasses of "wine".

"Fourth, to myself, for realizing on the third day after marriage that my marriage is rotten and full of betrayal!"

"Fifth, to myself, for catching my husband checking into a hotel with his mistress on the fifth day of our marriage."

"Sixth, to myself, for ending a ten-year relationship and being single again."

The next second, the livestream exploded.

James also looked at me in shock.

"What did you say?"

My eyes welled up and I looked at him as if he were a stranger.

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