On our wedding anniversary, I carefully set up a candlelit dinner at home, ready to tell Lu Lin'an the wonderful news that I was pregnant.
But he texted to say he had to work late and wouldn't be coming home.
I sat alone at the table, watching the food grow cold.
My phone buzzed. It was a video from Lu Lin'an's first love.
In it, she wore a spaghetti-strap nightdress and leaned against his shoulder as they watched a movie, the atmosphere intimate.
She sneered, "See? All it takes is one message from me, and he'll drop everything to be with me."
I watched without expression and replied with just one word: "Okay."
Lu Lin'an hurriedly called to explain. "Our anniversary comes every year. I'll make it up to you properly next year."
I gave a cold laugh. "There won't be a next year for us."
