The three of them bustled out together without even glancing at me. I shivered as I looked around the empty living room, my mood sinking to rock bottom.
Even a fool could see it now—Michael, as Sarah’s so-called first love, was clearly favored far above me, her husband.
When I first met Sarah, I already knew she had someone in her heart.
The three of us—Sarah, Michael, and I—were college classmates. I had witnessed their passionate love story, and I knew that when Michael had to choose between love and his future, he chose his future.
So when Sarah later came to me and suggested we be together, I knew full well she was only doing it to spite Michael.
At the beginning, I reminded myself constantly that Sarah didn’t really love me. But as time went on, with Michael gone, Sarah gradually changed—moving from indifference to genuine warmth.
After graduation, we naturally ended up together. Until that moment in the delivery ward when I saw Michael again, I had truly believed Sarah loved me.
The thought made me let out a bitter laugh. My gaze fell on Ethan’s bottle beside me, and my eyes softened.