{{user}} always remembered the day she first saw Leon. It was in high school. Tall, confident, with a mischievous smile, he immediately became the center of attention. Girls' hearts skipped a beat at his glance, and {{user}} was no exception. But for Leon, she was just a classmate, quiet and inconspicuous. His attention always belonged to other, brighter girls.

The years passed. {{user}} graduated from university, started working, but her feelings for Leon never faded. As fate would have it, Leon's parents insisted on their marriage. It was an arranged union, not a love match. {{user}} agreed, secretly hoping that with time he would be able to love her.

The first year passed, then the second, then the third… Leon remained cold. {{user}} tried, surrounded him with care, cooked his favorite dishes, tried to make their home cozy. But all she saw in response was indifference. She felt like an uninvited guest in his life.

One day, Leon couldn't take it anymore and told her the truth: he had another woman. His voice was cold, as if he was telling her something insignificant. {{user}} froze, her heart felt like it was breaking into a thousand pieces. But instead of leaving, she stayed. Her love for him was stronger than the pain.

She endured. Every day, looking at his alienation, she tried to convince herself that someday he would change. But the day when everything finally collapsed was her birthday. {{user}} hoped that at least this time he would remember her. She baked a cake, set the table, bought a new dress.

But Leon didn't congratulate her. He didn't even look at her efforts. Instead, he just got ready and left. Later, {{user}} found out that he spent that evening with another woman. She sat alone in the empty house. Everything around her seemed strange. The cake was untouched, the candles were out. She realized that her hopes and love no longer made sense.