Blurb：
After enduring seven divorces due to Ethan’s childhood sweetheart Luna’s depression, the protagonist finally breaks free. Watch as Ethan prioritizes Luna’s every whim—from her pink David Austin roses to their fairy-tale castle wedding—while the heroine moves on to a new life in Seattle. A heartbreaking story of love, sacrifice, and realizing when enough is enough. Will Ethan ever understand what he lost? Discover the emotional journey of a woman reclaiming her independence.
Content：
When Ethan’s childhood sweetheart Luna’s depression flared up again, he asked me for a divorce.
I tugged at his sleeve and bit my lip outside the city hall.
“This is our seventh divorce. Can’t you just make things clear with Luna?”
He frowned, clearly disapproving.
“She’s having an episode, thinking she’s the other woman and wanting to die.”
“I have to calm her down by our divorce.”
“Do you really want to stand by and watch her jump off a building?”
The divorce papers I’d just signed were barely in my hand when he turned to leave.
“Take a cab home. It’s Luna’s birthday — I have to celebrate with her.”
“Once she’s stable again, we’ll remarry.”
I watched his retreating back, gripping the divorce certificate.
There wouldn’t be a next time.
I was done with this.
I’d been married to Ethan for three years when his childhood friend Luna returned from abroad.
Her family had gone bankrupt, and she’d sunk into depression.
For over a year since she came back, Ethan had attended to her every need.
Hanging up on their past, Luna was still in love with Ethan.
During her episodes, she’d cry and scream about being the other woman, threatening to end her life.
To calm her, Ethan had divorced me for six times.
And this was the seventh.
I took a cab home.
On the dining table sat the cake I’d made with my own hands early that morning.
Ethan had called in a rush, hurrying me to the city hall.
I hadn’t even had time to put the cake in the fridge.
The big red heart on top had melted.
A distorted, miserable mess.
Today was our third wedding anniversary.
He’d promised to clear his schedule and celebrate with me.
He’d also said the last time would be the final divorce.
But Luna complained of chest pain again, and he broke his word without hesitation.
I had just thrown the cake into the trash when Luna sent me a video.
She wore a pink dress, surrounded by friends, glowing like a princess.
Her hands were clasped as she wished over a towering cream cake.
Ethan stood beside her, gazing at her with tender affection.
“Luna, whatever you wish for, I’ll make it come true.”
She smiled shyly, her voice soft.
“Ethan, I don’t want anything else.”
“If my family hadn’t interfered back then, we would’ve been married. I just wish… we have that wedding.”
Five years ago, they’d been engaged.
But Ethan’s family went bankrupt then, and Luna’s family called off the wedding, cutting all ties.
I stared intently at Ethan on the screen. A faint hope flickered inside me.
If he said no, I could still believe his earlier words.
That it was all an act to soothe Luna’s illness.
That everything he did was for her mental health.
Ethan reached out and gently tapped Luna’s nose, his lips curving slightly.
“Silly, of course we can.”
His gentle voice felt like a sledgehammer, shattering my last shred of hope.
Amid the crowd’s cheers, he leaned down and kissed Luna.
A cold numbness seeped into my limbs.
Like Ethan, I’d lost my parents young.
I’d always longed for a family of my own.
When I married Ethan, I thought I’d finally found home.
And I held on to that dream, enduring his demand over and over.
Meanwhile, his heart had long drifted away.
Ethan and I had already reached a point of no return.
This marriage — I didn’t want it anymore.
I finished up the final wedding project for a client and confirmed with my boss about taking the lead at the new branch in Seattle.
Ethan’s file suddenly came through.
Page after page of wedding details for him and Luna.
“Luna loves roses — her bouquet must have her favorite David Austin pink roses.”
“She’s girly — theme the décor around a romantic fairy-tale castle. Think princess and prince.”
“Schedule the ceremony for 2 p.m. She loves sleeping in — mornings are impossible.”
“Dessert must be tiramisu, but make it low-sugar. She’s watching her weight.”
“Walk-in song: The One by Kodaline. It’s her favorite.”
“She loves documenting everything — set up at least ten photo and video angles.”
My eyes burned with every word.
With each detail, my heart sank further.
At the end, Ethan added,
“I promised her a wedding for her birthday wish. Make sure it’s perfect. She has to be happy.”
His passion reminded me of right after we’d registered our marriage.
Back then, we’d put all our money into Ethan’s startup.
There was nothing left for a decent wedding for us.
He’d held me, full of guilt, and vowed,
“Honey, once I make it, I’ll give you the grandest wedding ever. You’ll be the most beautiful bride.”
After I waited for year after year, it turned out the bride wasn’t me.
The last trace of warmth inside me vanished.
Before I could refuse the project, my assistant stepped in — a VIP client needed consultation.
I hurried into the VIP room.
“Sorry to keep you waiting. I’m —”
My smile froze.
The couple sitting there were Ethan and Luna.
Luna held his hand, beaming.
“I heard you’ve planned weddings for so many influencers. I told Ethan it had to be you — no one else would do.”
“I don’t —”
“Zoey, I know you don’t like me. This is my only wish. Please — grant me this.”
Luna cut me off, her eyes reddening as if I’d deeply wronged her. What’s more, she buried herself against Ethan’s chest.
“Ethan, it’s my fault for loving you. I upset her. I should just die —”
She clutched her chest, gasping like she was about to have an episode.
Ethan rubbed her back in panic, offered water and whispered comforts.
And to me he turned, furious.
“Zoey, that’s enough!”
“Divorcing was my idea. Stop taking it out on Luna!”
“We’re nothing to each other now. I’m your client. You’ll do as I say.”
I stiffened — he was somewhat right.
We were nothing but strangers who knew each other too well.
He was paying. I had to deliver.
Remembering the project was worth over a million, I couldn’t let personal feelings cost the company.
Taking a deep breath, I forced a polite smile.
“Of course, Mr. Reed. Your wish is my command.”
I presented several design drafts and settled on a preliminary plan.
Throughout the whole process, I remained professional and distant.
Ethan kept glancing at me, seeming like he wanted to say something.
As they were leaving, he had Luna wait in the car and pulled me aside.
I shook off his hand coolly.
“Was there something else, Mr. Reed?”
He frowned in displeasure.
“Zoey, stop with the attitude. This is Luna’s birthday wish. I have to give it to her.”
“She can’t handle stress. We have to indulge her, or else—”
“Mr. Reed, I know. Her health is the priority. Or else she might harm herself.” I cut him off.
He’d said this countless times over the past year — I knew it by heart.
Ethan’s mother was also consumed by depression and died.
He said he couldn’t let Luna relive that tragedy, and that we should divorce to comfort Luna.
My heart had ached with injustice, but I’d agreed.
From that day on, everything changed.
One word from her, and he’d come running.
He’d take her to the hottest romantic dinners, rent out entire amusement parks, kiss her at the top of ferris wheels.
She’d call him at 3 a.m. after a nightmare, and he’d rush over.
She’d complain of chest pain, and he’d ditch million-dollar deals to take her to the hospital.
She’d call herself the other woman, threaten suicide, and he’d divorce me to calm her.
Once, twice, three times…
At first, he’d explain patiently, comfort me when I teared up.
Later, he’d just notify me of the divorce date and tell me not to be late.
He always said it was just to support her through her illness.
But the tenderness in his eyes when he looked at her was real.
It reminded me of how he used to look at me — back when he loved me most.
One night, around 3 a.m., he was drunk. I finished overtime and went to pick him up in the rain.
I remembered the regret and resentment in his eyes that night.
“I never should’ve married Zoey. I regret it — I made Luna so sad.”
In that moment, I stood frozen, cold to the bone.
When he’d lost everything and everyone turned their backs on him, I was the only one who stayed.
I’d given him all my savings for his startup money.
When his business took off, he knelt with that ring and proposed.
“Zoey, you’re the love of my life…”
The man who’d once said he’d never want anyone else now said he regretted marrying me.
Why did hearts change so easily?
I didn’t understand.
And I didn’t want to understand anymore.
“Mr. Reed, I’ll plan your wedding carefully. You have my word.”
Ethan laughed coldly,
“Zoey, no need for sarcasm. I’m just comforting Luna. After the wedding, we’ll remarry.”
I gave a faint, noncommittal smile.
Luna called out to Ethan from the car, sweet and pleading.
He briefly hesitated and left.
My colleague Lisa told me the Seattle branch would officially open in seven days, and that I’d be in charge.
Ethan and Luna’s wedding was also in seven days.
Who would’ve thought my final project in New York would be Ethan and Luna’s wedding?
The next day, he called — he had a last-minute business trip and wanted me to take Luna for wedding dress shopping.
“Mr. Reed, I’m busy. I can’t make it.”
My workload was heavy enough without dealing with them.
His voice turned cold over the phone.
“Luna thinks of you as a friend — that’s why she invited you. Don’t be heartless.”
After a pause, his tone held a warning.
“Remember — we’re your clients. This is part of your job. You’re going, whether you like it or not.”
I had no choice but to agree.
At the boutique, Luna emerged from the fitting room.
She wore a white mermaid gown that hugged her figure and revealed faint, suggestive red marks on her chest.
A sales associate giggled.
“You and Mr. Reed are so in love! He had us airship this million-dollar dress just for you.”
“We’ve never seen a groom so devoted. His wife is so lucky.”
Luna lifted her chin, smug.
“Zoey, what do you think? Pretty, right?”
She brushed her neck, as if making sure I saw the marks.
It wasn’t the first time I’d seen such intimacy.
She’d posted photos of Ethan kissing her forehead, of them holding hands while shopping.
Every time I confronted Ethan, he’d frown and call me selfish.
“Zoey, she’s already suffering. How can you be so cruel? I just prevented her from harming herself!”
I couldn’t understand.
Why did Luna’s happiness have to come at my expense?
What about my pain?
Did he even care anymore?
Fortunately, now I felt nothing.
“Whatever makes you happy, Miss.”
Not getting the reaction she wanted, her face darkened.
“But Ethan doesn’t like me showing too much skin. He hates other men looking.”
“He’s still as jealous as ever — some things never change. Right, Zoey?”
I finally met her gaze.
The Ethan I knew wasn’t the jealous type.
When coworkers or friends had confessed to me,
I’d joke with him that I was in demand, and that he should spend more time with me.
He never seemed bothered, just held me tighter and murmured,
“I’m not worried. I know you’d never leave me.”
Luna leaned closer, her whisper venomous.
“Then or now — he’s always loved me most. You could never win.”
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