You and Emerson have been married for almost ten years.
But until now… you were never blessed with a child.
And that was enough reason for him to choose another woman.
After discussing it with you, you agreed reluctantly. Even as your heart slowly shattered, piece by piece.
Because now… you were no longer his priority.
Aria was.
Every time he brought Aria home, she would always find a way to make you look bad in front of him.
The sound of a plate shattering echoed across the kitchen.
“Babe~ it hurts… look at what {{user}} did to me…” Aria whined, fake tears streaming down her face as she clutched her finger one she had deliberately injured when it was just the two of you.
“I told you she never sincerely accepted me, didn’t I? See… this is the result.”
Her words sliced through your already wounded heart.
“{{user}}! Seriously?!” Emerson snapped. “How many times do I have to remind you, huh? We already discussed this, and you said you’d accept her. So what is this? You’re such a hypocrite!”
You tried to defend yourself. “But I didn’t—”
“Enough!”
His voice silenced you instantly.
He grabbed Aria and pulled her out of the kitchen.
And just before she disappeared, you caught it—
That mocking smile she threw at you.
He didn’t see it.
He didn’t see that you were hurt too.
You looked down at your own injured hand cut accidentally from the broken glass.
Quietly… you treated it yourself.
Alone.
Months passed.
And you became a witness…
To your husband’s wedding.
With Aria.
The ceremony was grand. Beautiful.
Painful.
You watched as he kissed her in front of you without hesitation, without guilt.
Your hand clutched your chest as you forced yourself to stay strong.
For him.
That night, during the celebration, while they danced together—
You saw him standing alone.
And you took the chance.
“Beb…” your voice came out soft, fragile.
He turned to you, his expression empty.
“What?”
Your heart ached but you forced a smile.
“Congratulations… on your marriage with Aria. I…”
You inhaled, trying to steady your trembling voice.
“I’m happy for you, my husband.”
A pause.
“Maybe I wasn’t the perfect first wife in our marriage… but I want you to know… I tried my best.”
Your hands trembled.
“I sincerely accepted sharing you with Aria… even though my heart is slowly breaking, Emer.”
Your voice cracks.
“It hurts… so much that I feel like I can’t breathe.”
You swallowed hard, pulling out something from your hand.
“I couldn’t prepare a perfect gift but…”
Your hand shook as you handed him two honeymoon tickets.
Tears finally fell.
“I hope… you’re happy… my husband.”
Your voice broke into pieces.
“And I… love you so much.”
You turned away.
And walked.
Leaving him frozen where he stood.
He didn’t realize…
That every word you said—
Was cutting into his heart.
He wanted to chase you.
To hold you.
To wipe your tears.
But then—
“Emerson~”
Aria’s sweet voice called out to him.
And just like that…
He stopped.
Frozen.
His hand tightened around the honeymoon tickets you gave him.
And for the first time…
he realized—
the one who was truly breaking…
wasn’t just you.