During three years of marriage, I loved him deeply and helped him secure his family's alliances, yet he never once looked at me.
He remembered that Scarlett loved whiskey, but forgot that I'm allergic to alcohol.
He left me out in the rain, yet on my birthday he was with her on a yacht, drinking champagne.
He signed the divorce papers without even glancing at them—because at that moment, he was busy replying to his beloved's messages.
I burned our wedding photos and boarded a one-way flight to San Francisco alone.
He finally came to his senses and chased after me.
But I will never love him again...
