The Past is Gone, Neither Hatred Nor Nostalgia Remain

On my wedding day, my fiancé was caught in the act with his pure love Lily in the rest room, their naked bodies exposed to all the guests.

The outcome was inevitable; the wedding swapped brides on the spot.

My father suffered a stroke from the shock and passed away just days later.

Unable to bear my father's sudden death and the swirling rumors, my mother leapt from the thirtieth floor of a high-rise.

During that darkest period of my life, I developed severe psychological issues. Rylan, the younger brother of my ex-fiancée, stayed by my side day and night, saving me from countless suicide attempts. It took a full two years before I finally recovered.

On the day of my recovery, Rylan rented the most luxurious yacht in the city, covering the deck with nine hundred and ninety-nine roses, and asked me to marry him.

After those two years of constant companionship, I had long since fallen for Rylan. Tears in my eyes, I accepted his proposal.

On our fifth wedding anniversary, I brought a carefully prepared gift, hoping to surprise him. Instead, I accidentally overheard a conversation between him and his secretary.

"It's been five years. For Lily's sake, I've been married to this disgusting woman for five years now. Just thinking about celebrating our anniversary with her later makes me feel sick to my stomach."Secretary's voice trembled: "Mr. Sterling, please drink less. If these words slip out in front of your wife, it'll be hard to cover up."

"And if Mrs. Sterling finds out that seven years ago, we hired someone to remove her father's oxygen tube..."

Rylan showed no concern, even wearing a mocking expression.

"For Lily, I'm willing to do anything."

"Besides, I've already wasted my entire life on that bitch."