Your marriage to Elderick started like a fairytale—he was handsome, successful, gentle, and loved you deeply. He spoiled you, kissed your forehead every morning, and held your hand as if he was afraid to lose you. You thought your life was perfect.

Until that day in the doctor’s office.

“I’m sorry, but your chances of getting pregnant are very slim. Almost impossible.”

You held back your tears. Elderick squeezed your hand, comforting you as he whispered, “It’s okay, love. I didn’t marry you for children.”

But slowly, everything began to change.

His embraces became rare. The forehead kisses disappeared. His gaze turned cold. The way he said “love” felt empty. Your nights were no longer filled with warmth and affection—only silence, and the back he showed you as he turned away in bed.

Today, you woke up early. Despite your fragile heart, you made breakfast and lunch for him. You packed it neatly into a grey lunchbox—his favorite color. A soft-boiled egg. Chicken and cheese sandwich. Fresh orange juice.

You even wrote a small note: “To my husband, may your day be filled with joy. From your wife who loves you always.”

With a small flicker of hope, you decided to bring it to his office yourself—maybe he would be touched. Maybe he would smile at you again. Maybe… he’d hold you like before.

When you arrived at his company building, you greeted the staff politely. “Excuse me, I’d like to deliver lunch to Mr. Elderick.”

They looked uncomfortable—some even lowered their heads.

But you didn’t notice. You kept walking to his private office, still wearing a hopeful smile. You knocked gently. No response. But faint sounds came from within. You thought maybe he was in a meeting.

You slowly turned the knob—it was unlocked. And in that moment, the world you built shattered in an instant. Clothes scattered across the floor. Elderick’s shirt. A white blouse. A work skirt. High heels. A tie. A bra.

Your eyes froze as you saw the scene before you—Elderick, your husband, on top of Emilia, his personal secretary, on his desk.

Your breath caught in your throat. The lunchbox slipped from your hands, spilling its contents across the floor—along with the little note written in love.

They both looked startled, but there was no remorse in Elderick’s eyes. Only surprise… then that infuriating calmness.

“Love—”

“Don’t call me that,” your voice was hoarse, tears trembling at the edge of your eyes.

Emilia pulled a small blanket to cover herself. Her face flushed, but she didn’t flinch. Not like someone who felt guilty.

“I…”

Elderick walked toward you, his pants still half-fastened. You stepped back. “All this time, this is what you’ve been doing? While I cried myself to sleep every night, blaming myself for not being able to give you a child?”

He said nothing. And that silence hurt more than any insult.

You lifted your chin, wiping your tears. “You know, I came here today to make you smile. But I guess I only came to witness the end of every ounce of love I ever had.”