During my wedding reception, I make a toast to my wife's true love. He smashes his wine glass in retaliation and snaps, "I lost to you and allowed you to marry Isabel, but you shouldn't have humiliated me in public!"

My wife, Isabel Eaton, is furious. She calls me petty and says she's disgusted by men like me, who get jealous over the smallest things.

She rips her veil off and runs after her true love. I chase her, wanting to explain myself. However, a car rams into me.

Isabel turns to glance at me but doesn't stop as she goes after her true love.

I'm taken to the hospital to be rescued. However, my heart dies despite my body recovering.

Upon regaining consciousness, I call my father. I've cut off contact with him for the past three years, but it's time to cave. "I'll go ahead with the marriage alliance, Dad."

Even on the day I was discharged from the hospital, there was still no sign of Isabel Eaton. Throughout the time I was hospitalized, she didn't drop by to visit me, not even once.

With my right arm still in a cast, I had no choice but to take a cab home. Yet, when I got there, I couldn't unlock the door no matter what I tried. Left with no other option, I called Isabel.

When the call connected, it was the voice of Cameron Dunn, Isabel's first love, that I heard through the speaker.

"Oh. You're back, Jeremy? Izzy is in the shower," Cameron said.

Before I could say anything, I heard a click, and the door was unlocked from the inside. Cameron cheerfully ushered me in.

"It's my fault, Jeremy. I kept forgetting the password because of my poor memory, so Izzy changed the password to my birthday. You don't know when that is, right? I'll write it down for you later," Cameron offered.

He was wearing a new set of pajamas, and his hair was still damp.

Just then, Isabel emerged from the master bedroom. She was wearing my favorite nightgown of hers—the black one that was rather translucent.

In the past, I would've blown up at the sight of them alone in the house and both having just come out of the shower. I would've argued with Isabel to no end. But this time, I merely nodded in greeting before entering with my suitcase.

Seeing that I wasn't angered, Isabel tossed aside the towel she was holding and gave me an explanation that sounded more like an eager attempt to cover something up instead.

"Don't get the wrong idea. The voltage regulator over at Cam's place broke, so he's just staying with us for a few days."

As I looked at Isabel, I was reminded of what happened the other day. She rushed off to go after Cameron, paying no mind to me even though I was hit by a car while trying to follow her. I nearly lost my life that day.

It was from that moment onward that all my love for her vanished.

"I didn't get the wrong idea," I replied as I continued to make my way to the bedroom.

"Cam's family has gone abroad. It's not easy for him to stay here all by himself. We grew up together. Now that he has nowhere else to stay, who else would take him in, if not me?" Isabel continued to explain.

I calmly waited for her to finish. She probably forgot that for the sake of pursuing this relationship with her, I had cut off contact with my family for three years now.

Cameron didn't have it easy, huh? What about me?

She was standing in my way, so I had no choice but to halt in my tracks and repeat myself. "I already said I didn't get the wrong idea about anything."

Grabbing my arm, Isabel snapped, "You've been giving me attitude since the moment you entered the house, Jeremy. And now, you won't even listen to me properly when I'm trying to explain the situation to you. What more do you want?"

I finally lost all my patience. Shrugging her hand off, I uttered icily, "I told you. I haven't misunderstood anything."

My broken arm hadn't fully recovered yet. It was giving me so much pain that I had no choice but to drop my suitcase, allowing it to fall with a low thud.

After turning the lights on in the bedroom, I was immediately greeted by the sight of a pale blue men's underwear on the bed along with a black women's underwear with one strap broken.

Startled, Isabel scrambled to grab them.

"We accidentally got some of our things wet just now, so we left them here to dry. Don't read too much into it," she hastily said.

I looked around the bedroom. It was a complete mess. There wasn't even a place for me to set my things down.

Humming in acknowledgment, I headed off to the second bedroom.

Just as I got out of the shower, my dad called me.

"I'm glad you thought things through, Jeremy. I'm getting old, and you're my only son. For the past three years, you've refused to come home and take over the family business from me—all for the sake of that woman. You have no idea how much your mom and I have missed you," Dad said.

"It wouldn't be so bad if she genuinely returned your feelings as well. However, it's been three years now. She hasn't even officially introduced you to her family or her friends. That proves she doesn't care about you all that much.

"Since you've decided to come home, I'll set the wedding date for next month. What do you say?"

After hearing what Dad said, I froze a little.

In the past, whenever I heard such comments from him, I always felt uncomfortable. I assumed he looked down on Isabel because our family was wealthy. I would stand my ground and argue with him, telling him how in love Isabel and I were.

But this time, I couldn't say anything.

"Alright," I replied. "I'll head back after Professor Carter's birthday celebration. You guys can handle the wedding arrangements."

As soon as the call ended, I heard the sound of footsteps outside the room.

Isabel opened the door and came in with a box of cut mango slices. After setting it down on the table, she came up to me with a frown and asked suspiciously, "I heard you mention the word wedding just now. How many times have I told you that since we've delayed the wedding, there's no rush?"

Seeing how flustered she was, I coolly responded, "I wasn't talking about us. A relative of mine asked me to help plan his wedding."

That calmed Isabel right down. She picked up the box of mangoes again and said, "Cam was afraid you'd be unhappy, so he has moved to a hotel. He even got me to deliver these mangoes to you as a token of his apology."

Just mentioning Cameron was enough to make her smile. When I failed to respond, her eyes flashed with displeasure.

"Don't push it, Jeremy. You should stop kicking up a fuss now. If you keep this up, no one wins."

Snorting, I asked, "We've been together for so many years now. Did you not know I'm allergic to mangoes?"

Once I finished speaking, I turned around and grabbed a hairdryer to start drying my hair.

Isabel trailed behind me. I noticed her opening her mouth to speak several times, but in the end, she said nothing.

In the past, she remembered all of my allergies, my dislikes, and every single one of our anniversaries.

Once, I got an allergic reaction after eating a dessert that had mangoes in it. She stayed up all night with me at the hospital, worrying about me.

It wasn't that she had forgotten about my mango allergy. She simply didn't care about me anymore.

Ignoring her, I took out the medical supplies I got from the doctor and started redressing my wounds. When she saw my injuries, her eyes filled with guilt. She picked up a cotton bud to help me disinfect my wounds.

I was just about to decline her help when her phone rang.

"I think I ate something I shouldn't have, Izzy," Cameron said weakly. "My stomach is killing me. I'm even sweating from the pain. Could you bring me some medication?"

Upon hearing that, Isabel leaped to her feet.

"Calm down. I'll be right there. Go lie down and get some rest. Don't go anywhere!" she cried out.

Once the call ended, she explained to me earnestly, "Cam's sick, Jeremy. I need to check on him. I swear there's nothing going on between us. If we were going to get involved with each other, we wouldn't have waited this long to do it. You'd better not throw a tantrum because of this."

She was out the door before I could even respond. She even knocked over all of my medical supplies when she hurried off.

Looking at the quiet, empty house and the tightly shut front door, I couldn't resist letting out a self-deprecating chuckle.

Whenever something happened to Cameron, Isabel would always get unusually worried, and I would feel insecure about it. She always said I didn't trust her enough.

Well, she needn't worry about that anymore. I was never going to be suspicious of her again.

Ever since that day, Isabel never came back home.

Meanwhile, Cameron updated his social media extremely frequently. His Instagram stories all highlighted how happy he and Isabel were spending time together. I blocked all of his social media accounts, including WhatsApp.

I got myself an electronic countdown timer and watched as the time ticked away. When there were 20 days left, I got ready to leave my job. I was already wrapping up all of the work I had on hand, but I wanted to make sure I did a good job.

When the general manager, Leon Oswald, saw that I had written my upcoming wedding as my reason for resigning, he teased me by saying it was best to conduct the wedding ceremony sooner rather than later. That way, Isabel wouldn't start getting the wrong idea.

For a moment, I looked down in silence. But right after that, I smiled widely at Leon and said, "I'm not marrying her."

Leon was taken aback at first, but then he let out a pitying sigh.

I was so busy dealing with the final handover before my resignation that I only had some free time after I officially resigned from the company.

Checking the countdown timer, I was a little dazed when I realized there were only five days left. I tapped my face a few times to clear my head a little. Then, I started packing my things.

Isabel and I dated for years, and since I was fond of photography, I took many photos of the two of us. The house was filled with them. I even had some on my camera and computer.

Apart from the photos, I also kept all of the gift boxes I gave her on her birthday each year. Not only were they keepsakes to me, but they also served as reminders of what I gave her.

I didn't want to accidentally give her the same thing sometime later. It would seem like I didn't put any thought into her gift.

I also kept the love letters she wrote for me.

After seeing all of these things, I felt as if my heart was being weighed down by a ton of bricks. I was deeply upset.

We were happy once. Back then, I couldn't bear to spend even a minute apart from her. She would shower all of her attention on me too.

Once, she looked through the photos and asked coyly, "You've taken so many photos. Won't you ever get tired of seeing them someday?"

I poked her in the forehead and said affectionately, "Who knows? If I do get tired someday, I'll act like a bad guy and leave without a word."

She huffed and punched me, and I fell onto the couch as I laughed, saying, "Hey, look what you just broke… Let's see what's inside this heart of mine. Goodness me! It's filled with nothing but you!"

We laughed our heads off together.

Many years passed since then. I didn't grow tired of her, but she did.

After going through my things for a while, I took them to the bathroom and burned them all. I flushed the ashes down the toilet bowl, removing every trace of our past.