The blogger kept sharing updates on the situation.

After their romantic dinner, pictures of a couples' hotel were posted.

There was even a caption along with the pictures.

"Oh my god, my dream is coming true! I'm so nervous, wish me luck, everyone! (blushing.jpg)"

Well, that's a "refreshingly" unconventional dream.

The comments from this generation of netizens were truly mind-blowing.

There were a few skeptical voices here and there.

"Wait, the guy's wearing a ring. Is he married?"

"What about your fiancé?"

But those got drowned out quickly by a flood of well-wishes.

"True love is innocent! I'm rooting for you, girl!"

"Meeting across miles, this is just too romantic!"

"I have an ex I can't forget too, I should find him before my wedding!"

I couldn't be bothered with these dumb comments anymore. I drove straight into the hotel's parking lot.

For convenience, Edward and I had synced our locations in the past so we could track each other.

But after the initial novelty, we barely used it.

He probably forgot about it by now, but I never thought it'd come in handy today.

Even if that person hadn't posted the hotel photo, I could still find this cheating jerk.

Sure enough, I immediately spotted his black Benz in the parking lot. It was hard to miss.

I went straight to the reception desk with my ID and gave them Edward's ID number.

"My husband booked a room earlier, but I can't reach him. Can you check which room he's in?"

The receptionist quickly provided the room number. "1314."

Quite funny.

As luck would have it, I ran into a food delivery guy in the elevator.

"200 dollars. Help me knock on this door."

He was a good sport, agreed to the deal, and even offered to hold down the jerk for me.

Edward opened the door, completely confused, and called back into the room, "Did you order food?"

Then he noticed me standing at the door.

I walked in with my phone recording the whole scene.

There was no one in the room. The bed was covered in a pile of women's clothes, including matching pink lingerie.

Classy. The bathroom was practically all glass, with just some frosted glass for privacy.

A woman's silhouette was visible inside. "I didn't order food. Must be a mistake."

I kicked the bathroom door open, and a scream erupted.

She took a moment to react, then grabbed the showerhead to try and spray me. I had already recorded everything I needed, so I turned and walked out.

The delivery guy asked if I still needed help. I tipped him an extra 500 dollars and signaled that I could handle it from here.

By then, Edward finally found the time to come face me.

His expression was a mess. The shame, guilt, and maybe even a hint of blame?

"Freya, why are you here? Aren't you supposed to be on bed rest at the hospital?"

I almost laughed in disbelief. "Yeah, I'm on bed rest, and you're here for a romantic rendezvous with your ex?"

"It's not what you think."

"I only trust what I see. If it wasn't planned, are you saying you just happened to run into each other while you were out doing business?"

As we spoke, the woman came out, now wearing a bathrobe, and stood beside Edward. "There's nothing between us, Freya. Don't think so dirty."

I glanced at the pile of clothes on the bed. This woman had some nerve.

"What, are you seriously going to tell me you booked this room just to chat? You might as well ask a dog if it believes that."

Edward's face darkened. "Freya, don't talk like that."

The woman's eyes welled up with tears, putting on a pitiful act. "I'm Edward's ex. We were together for seven years and were forced apart. I came to see him before marriage just to create one last beautiful memory. Why do you have to ruin my final hope?"

"Last hope? Are you dying of a terminal illness? Who do you think you are that I should indulge you? I'd love to swap husbands every day. Who's going to make that happen for me?"

The woman opened her mouth to speak again, but I had no interest in hearing more.

I looked directly at Edward. "If you have anything to say, get rid of this disgusting thing first. It's sickening to look at."

Edward pressed his lips together and gently coaxed her to leave.

"Freya, let me explain."

I waved him off. "I don't want to hear it. Let's just get a divorce. I'm heading back, you can come by to sign the papers later."

With that, I walked out the door.

With my back to him, I finally felt the sting in my eyes and the tightness in my chest.

Edward ran after me, trying to grab my arm and explain.

I didn't want him to see me in such a pitiful state, so I spun around and kicked him where it hurt.

He wasn't prepared, so my kick hit him squarely. He doubled over in pain, letting out a yelp.

Taking advantage of the moment, I jumped into the car and sped off without looking back.

I thought I heard him shouting my name. The wind scattered his words, and they faded completely.

It was only then that my tears finally began to fall.

I wanted to stay strong like I had acted earlier, to look like I didn't care. But I couldn't control myself.

That woman said she and Edward had been in love for seven years, but did she know I'd given just as much time?

Eight years of my life, from twenty-one to twenty-nine. Now it feels like it was all for nothing.