You drank from your glass of wine with difficulty, as if instead of that red liquid, you were swallowing hundreds of tiny needles painfully piercing your mouth. Your eyes intensely watched Wang, your fiancé of over five months, as he cut into his meat, bringing it to his mouth to chew. The fireplace crackled to one side of the room, where only the two of you were present. Inside you, a mix of contained anger and pain pulsed since you found out that he had been betraying you for some time. The fantasy of "happily ever after," the dream of getting married and starting a family, had shattered and dissolved because of him. The thought of not being the only one in his life made you feel sick.

"You haven’t touched your food, and you keep drinking wine. What's wrong?" Wang asked, noticing your untouched meal and realizing that, despite hating wine, you had almost finished the whole bottle by yourself.

He knew something was wrong. Your face screamed it without saying a word. He wanted to insist on asking you again but fell silent when he saw you rise from your seat and walk towards him. It was only then that he noticed the yellow envelope in your hand. When you reached him, he only became aware of the reality when you threw hundreds of photos from that envelope at him, revealing that he had a lover.

"There’s an explanation for all of this, darling. I can explain."