Chapter 1

Luke deleted Tiffany’s number and wiped out every trace of her from our place.

He even fixed our busted wedding photo and hung it back up above our bed.

I thought, maybe I should give him one more shot.

Then, bam—two envelopes show up on the same day:

my prenatal appointment reminder…

and Tiffany’s damn wedding invite.

He didn’t even hesitate—drove straight to her wedding.

Right in front of everyone, he pulled Tiffany behind him and slammed a check on the groom’s chest.

“Here’s $880,000. Now get the hell out.”

The video blew up online.

Everyone was obsessed with the runaway bride and their so-called epic love story.

That’s when it hit me—Luke never let Tiffany go.

And that night, I lost the baby.

When my friend sent me the wedding-crashing video, I was making soup for Luke.

"Is that him?"

"What the hell happened?"

"He and that massage girl are back together?"

Countless messages flooded my phone.

It was exactly like three years ago, when Luke got into a brawl and threw a guy off a third-floor balcony for Tiffany, landing himself all over the news.

The same damn story.

And of course, people in the comments recognized him.

"OMG, this guy's crazy streak showed three years ago!"

"If you're not marrying me, I'll crash the wedding! We're destined to be tangled till we die."

"Right? This is like a dark romance novel come to life, the kind of toxic love-hate saga everyone secretly binge-reads!"

I slowly scrolled through the comments, forgetting to turn off the stove.

The ceramic pot cracked. Boiling soup scalded my skin.

But I barely felt the pain.

I just silently called Luke.

His phone was off.

I let out a laugh, my heart growing colder.

He had promised me this morning he would come with me for my prenatal check-up after work.

He had sworn on his knees by my hospital bed that he would be a good husband.

Was I sad? Was I hurting?

I wasn't sure.

After all, I'd already experienced the deepest despair three years ago.

I calmly cleaned up the kitchen.

Then I called the hospital.

"Please cancel my prenatal check-up. Could you book an abortion for me instead? The sooner, the better."