Worried about her mental state, I gave up on my dream of becoming a professional player.
I chose to become a streamer, which allowed me more free time, just so I could be by her side.
I took care of her every need, even preparing three meals a day and delivering them to her company.
Over time, even my viewers knew I was hopelessly devoted to my wife.
They often left comments in the chat, expressing envy that Clarice had such a good husband like me.
Some would say I was giving too much and would end up with nothing, but I never paid attention to those words.
One day, when I went to her company to deliver lunch for her, I saw her sitting in another man's sports car in the underground parking lot.
That afternoon, I stood in the parking lot for two hours, watching them.
Clarice wore a smile I had never seen before, radiant and joyful.
I tried to comfort myself, thinking, "Maybe they're just friends. It's probably nothing."
However, their conversation as they left made my heart ache.
When she got out of the car, Clarice disdainfully said to the man, "Acton's just a small-time streamer. What future does he have playing games all day? You pros have a real future."