The caption read as followed.
"It's my 23rd birthday, and I'm so happy to have someone I love with me!"
That night, I cried myself to sleep.
In the middle of the night, the hospital called to tell me my mother was in critical condition.
It was pouring rain, and I waited ages for a taxi.
By the time I reached the hospital, my mother was already covered with a white sheet.
I knelt by her bed and cried until I passed out.
When I woke up, I knew it was time to let go of this marriage.
Xavier's knuckles turned white as he gripped the crumpled paper.
He didn't ask why I hadn’t told him.
He knew. I had made dozens of calls that night, and he had heartlessly ignored them all.
After a long silence, he finally spoke again.
"It's better that she's gone. If she knew you were acting like this, she'd have pissed off to death."
His cold words hit me right where it hurt.
I couldn't hold back any longer and slapped him across the face.
We had been in love for ten years, through countless arguments, but I was always the one who gave in.
Xavier's expression turned icy. He grabbed his coat from the hanger and walked out without a word.
He expected me to apologize and beg him to stay, like I always did before.