I looked up at the wedding photo of me and Declan hanging in the middle of the house.
Tears stood on the rims of my eyes.
That night, Declan called and said he had a social engagement and asked me to go to bed early. I didn't mind.
After a while, Jacqueline posted the first photo.
[Mr. Garcia drinks for me. What a man of great charm!]
Declan didn't come home that night.
I stayed up all night until dawn.
I thought about our experiences over the years and got emotional, but I wouldn't tolerate being cheated.
Even though Declan didn't actually cheat, he no longer loved me.
Or he still loved me, but the old me.
No one could stay young and beautiful forever, but there would always be someone young and beautiful.
Now it was Jacqueline. Who would be next?
I didn't know.
But I didn't want to be on guard like this.
In thirty years of life, I learned to be decisive.
The next day, I messaged Declan.
"Let's talk."
However, Declan returned home that day and said he had to go on a business trip.
And he quickly packed up his things.
It was also good that I had some time to calm down.
But unexpectedly, he was away on a business trip for half a month.
This day happened to be our seventh anniversary.