On our third wedding anniversary, I ended my business trip early and returned home ahead of schedule, carrying a carefully prepared gift.
But just as I was about to push open the door, the sound coming from inside made my hand freeze in place.
“I had to marry him on his brother’s death anniversary. That way, I can always remind myself to pretend that I love him!”
“I truly love him? Does he even deserve my love?
“For Mateo, I’m willing to sacrifice my marriage without hesitation!”
“Enough! I’ve already married him. Isn’t that enough?”
The voices from the room kept echoing. My body trembled as I slowly withdrew my hand from the door handle, turning away without a second glance.
——
The very moment I turned to leave, my phone lit up with a message from Camila.
[Honey, when are you coming home? I miss you!]
[Happy third wedding anniversary! We’ll be together forever!]
[I’ve already prepared your anniversary gift! I’m just waiting for you to come back!]
I stared at the messages popping up one after another, curled my lips into a faint smile, but my eyes were filled with bitterness.