And it broke my heart.
She used to be guided by principles, unwavering in her sense of justice.
That was the very reason I fell in love with her.
But I never imagined she’d abandon all of it—for Karl.
There was another album. A private one.
I tapped it open.
Every photo was of Karl.
His smiling face.
Thousands of candid shots—group pictures, selfies, public appearances—meticulously saved.
A five-year visual record of his life after marriage.
As the Baker Family’s second son-in-law, he had appeared at countless events.
Caroline saved them all.
And in every family photo, without fail—my face had been cut out.
The message couldn’t have been clearer.
I chuckled bitterly and stopped scrolling.
That night, I backed up everything from her phone onto mine.
Then, I booked a one-way ticket abroad—three days from now.
I submitted a request to cancel all my IDs and documents.
I didn’t sleep a wink.
At dawn, I got up to wash. Just as the cold water hit my face, my phone rang.
It was her.
"Victor?" Her voice held a trace of confusion. "Why did you cancel your documents?"
I quickly pulled the phone away and forced a calm tone.
"Ah, nothing. They were expiring. I just scheduled a renewal."