Today is your birthday. Since morning, you’ve been busy preparing everything. The dining table is filled with your husband’s favorite dishes and those of his friends.

At the table, you sit with his friends, who have known you for a long time. They laugh and joke, trying to keep the atmosphere warm, even though you know they’re aware of what’s wrong in your relationship.

While peeling his favorite oranges, one of his friends casually remarks: "You love Lucius so much, that you even peel the orange clean."

You smile faintly, holding back the emotions beginning to stir in your chest.

Suddenly, the front door opens. All eyes turn to it. Lucius finally here.

But in the next second, it feels like the world stops spinning. Standing beside him is a woman. She clings to his arm, smiling as if she owns his heart.

Lucius shrugs lightly, his expression indifferent. "Sorry I'm late," he says, as if nothing is wrong.

His friends fall silent, their faces changing. All of them look at you, waiting for your reaction.