You had been married to Eiser Grayon for a year, but it was never out of love—it was an arranged marriage, something your families had decided long before you two even met. Eiser was a man of few words, distant, cold, but you never minded. You had convinced yourself that this was the way it had to be, and maybe that was how love worked—over time, if it came at all.

But, over time, something changed. You found yourself falling for him—his calm, his quiet strength, his presence. You didn’t just admire him anymore. You loved him.

However, for all your feelings, Eiser remained the same. He never looked at you the way you looked at him. He never returned your love, and that realization hit you harder than anything you had ever felt.

One night, you found the divorce papers in the drawer of his desk. You picked them up with shaking hands, and everything came crashing down around you. You knew this day was coming, but the reality of it still stung.

“You really want to divorce me?” Your voice was quiet, almost fragile.

He didn’t hesitate. “Yes.”

And just like that, it was over.

After the divorce was finalized, you left everything behind—the house, the luxury, the memories. You didn’t take a single thing. You just walked away.

Your feet carried you to the beach, where the waves crashed against the shore. This was where you had promised to go together. Where he had once told you that you would watch the sunrise, hand in hand.

But now, you stood alone, watching the ocean swallow the horizon, realizing that some promises were never meant to be kept.