Blurb：
On their third wedding anniversary, Liam prepares to celebrate alone—only to witness his wife Evelyn helping a young man pick a birthday cake. The stranger mocks Liam as a “broke guy” while Evelyn smiles in agreement. Heartbroken, Liam realizes he was never more than a convenient placeholder after Evelyn’s first love abandoned her. Fed up with being treated as a lapdog, Liam smashes the swan cake into the man’s face and returns his wedding ring. But Evelyn coldly gifts the million-dollar ring to her companion, dismissing Liam’s pain. Will Liam walk away for good, or will a hidden truth about Evelyn’s past force a shocking confrontation? Dive into this emotional saga of betrayal, pride, and revenge.
Content：
On our third wedding anniversary, I bought a cake to celebrate alone.
There, I saw my wife, Evelyn, who always prioritized work. But today, she was patiently helping a young man pick out a birthday cake.
The man affectionately rested his head on her shoulder and whined,
“Sweetheart, let’s get this little swan one—it symbolizes our loyal love.”
Evelyn chuckled, “You do know I have a husband, right?”
The young man sneered, “Him? He’s just some broke guy you keep around. What would he know about real love?”
Evelyn nodded in agreement, “Yeah, you get me.”
So, this was how my wife saw me after all I’d given – a pathetic lapdog, begging for scraps of affection.
My heart turned to ice.
This marriage I’ve been desperately holding onto—it’s time to end it.
The boy kept running his mouth and insulting me, while Evelyn just stood by, smiling like it was nothing.
I strode over, grabbed the swan cake from the counter, and smashed it right into his face.
He yelped, wiping cream from his eyes. When he realized it was me, he snarled with rage.
“What’s your problem, you loser? I’ll make you pay for this!”
People turned to stare. Evelyn’s elegant brows furrowed in displeasure..
“Are you following me?”
The man wiped his face clean.
“Evelyn, look at this guy, making a sense! You need to put him on a leash before he embarrasses you even more.”
His eyes, red-rimmed and glistening, that distinct charming shape… just like Evelyn’s first love—
The guy who brought me both happiness and nightmares.
Three years ago, Evelyn’s first love vanished overseas with some girl from his program, leaving no explaination with Evelyn.
Evelyn drowned herself in alcohol for three months. I was by her side every single day.
When she finally sobered up, she looked at me and asked, seriously, “Liam, will you marry me?”
Back then, seeing the determination in her gaze, I thought she’d finally seen my worth.
My heart leaped. I nodded firmly.
I trid for three years. But I never overtook that first love in her heart. Maybe I never had a place there at all.
Evelyn pulled out a tissue, gently wiping the remaining cream from the man’s face.
“What’s this about now? Need more money? Or did you hear something?”
“Stop making scenes. From the day I agreed to marry you, you became my lawful husband. No one can ever replace that.”
Lawful husband. The words felt like a mockery. I clenched my fist, thinking about this absurd marriage.
I remember our wedding night—I was full of hope, but she coldly sent me to sleep on the couch.
I told myself she just wasn’t used to being with another man.
But then she started showing up everywhere with all kinds of handsome men—yet never allowed me into her bedroom.
It was as if she chose me just to have a loyal, obedient pet.
Suddenly, I felt exhausted.
I raised my hand and smoothly slid off the wedding ring that had never truly fit. I held it out to her.
“You bought this for me. Now I’m giving it back.”
Evelyn glanced at me and smirked.
“A ring worth millions, and you’re throwing it away just like that? You’ve grown some nerve.”
She took the man’s hand and slid the ring onto his finger. She admired it on him.
“South African diamond. Looks better on you. Some broke guys just don’t know the value of fine things.”
Her dismissive tone felt like needles stabbing my heart. The pain spread through my whole body.
Pleased with his “new prize”, the man taunted:
“Mr. Liam, why are you causing trouble? I never expected to marry someone like Evelyn like you did.”
“Just being by her side is blessing enough for me.”
His fake humility worked. Evelyn praised him:
“You’re so understanding. Not like some people who keep getting greedy.”
“Wait outside. I’ll celebrate your birthday with you later—and get you an even bigger swan cake.”
The man nodded and left.
Just then, a server approached.
“Sir, your anniversary cake is ready. Should I bring it out now?”
Evelyn looked confused.
“It’s our anniversary today?”
I gave a cold laugh and told the server calmly:
“Sorry, my wife and I just broke up. Please, have the cake..”
As I turned to leave, Evelyn’s sharp voice hit my back:
“Liam, it’s just an anniversary. Why are you being so dramatic?”
“Mark my words,” she warned, “If you walk away now, don’t ever come begging back to me.”
With that, she left surrounded by bodyguards, her back radiating contempt.
Countless pitying looks followed me out of the shop.
I sighed and walked towards the exit.
The young man was waiting by the door, blocking my way.
“Mr. Liam, after all these years, you still don’t know your place? Why embarrass yourself?”
“You think getting rid of me will make Evelyn respect you? Dream on!”
He leaned in close and whispered,
“We’re all just distractions for her. But you… you’re the only one stupid enough to believe this was ever a real marriage.”
I stared at him, confronted once again by those eyes so much like Evelyn’s first love.
Now eyes full of utter disdain.
All these years, Evelyn had plenty of men around her—some looked like him, some acted like him.
During those tough times, I kept telling myself that memories would gradually fade. Eventually, I’d be able to move her.
But after three years…
In the eyes of her latest lover, I was just another form of entertainment she kept around.
The only distinction was that they were temporary amusements, while I was the permanent fixture in her twisted game.
I stumbled back to the villa in a daze. I stared at the cake the server had pushed into my hands, sitting in numb silence for what felt like an eternity.
It was almost midnight—Evelyn wasn’t back. She was off celebrating a birthday with her “first lover”, probably having the time of her life.
Quietly, I stuck three candles into the cake and lit them.
I watched them burn down to nothing—just like my burnt-out marriage.
As the last flame died, I opened the closet and packed a few clothes.
There are no children between Evelyn and me. No complicated assets to untangle. I didn’t take a single thing that reminded me of her—not even the marriage certificate.
he irony was almost pathetic. That fairytale wedding that shook the city—and we never even legally married.
Back then, Evelyn had ststed flatly,
“I don’t want to be tied down by a piece of paper.”
But I knew the real reason. she married me to revenge against the man who had left her.
And I loved her so much, I didn’t want to miss my chance to be with her.
I endured her indifference, the contempt from her family, the relentless gossip from outsiders. I met it all with a smile, giving silently and constantly.
But not every effort is cherished.
Evelyn, I’m just tired—tired of loving you.
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