Chapter 1

When my wife underwent artificial insemination for her cancer-stricken first love, I left a divorce agreement and walked away.

Before leaving, I commented on their sweet photo on social media:

"Let's divorce. I'm making room for you two."

A minute later, she called, "Ethan, how can you be so selfish? Can you bear to let him die without an heir?"

I laughed coldly and replied, "I don't love you anymore. It has nothing to do with me."

But she became anxious.

On our wedding anniversary, I asked my wife to come home early.

Her usually cold expression showed a brief surprise before she silently nodded.

That night, I prepared dinner and cake, waiting for her on the sofa until dawn.

She never came home.

Zoe Pei and I had been married for five years, but we were husband and wife in name only.

She was the only daughter of Pei Group, the future heir.

As for me, I was just an adopted son Grandpa Pei picked up from an orphanage twenty years ago.

I met Zoe when I was eight years old.

It was my first time being brought into the Pei family by Grandpa Pei.

Years of living in ordinary circumstances made me feel out of place in such a grand house.

Every move I made was cautious, careful not to upset anyone.

Despite this, Zoe gradually helped me integrate into the family, taking care of my fragile self-esteem.

To this day, I still remember when Old Mr. Pei told me to marry Zoe.

I was overjoyed, thinking it would be worth it even if I died that day.

Although everyone around me said I wasn't good enough for her, I still plunged headfirst into the relationship.

After all, who would pass up the chance to hold the moon in their arms?

I sat on the sofa, silently watching the clock on the wall strike midnight, but there was still no news from Zoe.

I couldn't help but call her, but all I got in response was a cold electronic voice.

Just as I was about to go out to find her at the company, Leo sent me a photo.

In the picture, Zoe was hugging Leo, who was wearing a hospital gown. They looked intimate.

Like a loving couple.

Below the photo was a message from Leo:

"Sorry, Ethan. I'm sick, and Zoe is keeping me company. The hospital needs to be quiet, so I muted her phone."

Leo's message shattered my last bit of hope.

I should have known all along that Zoe never loved me.

I always knew that Zoe was never my moon.

It's just that for a moment, the moonlight really shone on me.

I couldn't help but laugh bitterly at myself, mocking how long I had clung to the title of her husband.

So long that I had become complacent.

I didn't reply. I just silently walked into the kitchen and reheated the already cold food.

I swallowed this bitter dinner bite by bite, along with the cake.

In fact, I had long understood that Zoe loved Leo. Leo was her first love from her teenage years.

One was a beautiful and well-mannered heiress, the other a campus celebrity.

And I was just the Pei family's adopted son, hidden in the shadows.

No matter how you look at it, they should have been a couple, but Grandpa Pei didn't agree to their relationship.

After Leo left heartbroken, I was able to pick up this bargain.

On my eighteenth birthday, I wished that Zoe would look at me once more, and later she married me.

Now, at twenty-eight, I only ask that she let me go in the little time I have left.

At the same time, I'm letting myself go too.