Yet, in just a few years, she'd forgotten so many of her promises.
The housekeeper mentioned the chandelier recently was dusty and needed deep clean.
Vivian just absentmindedly said, “Hmm.”

Under my gaze, she didn't even remember her vow.
I gave a faint smile, watching her change shoes and walk out.
Since making partner, she’d been busier than ever.
But the money she gave me kept increased every year.
My father, who once disapproved, now spoke of her with pride.
He'd even lecture me when we met, "Be good to Vivian. Don’t take her for granted."

Remembering then and now, a bitter smile touched my lips.
In this marriage, who was really mistreating whom?
Vivian returned as dawn was breaking.
The drive from her office home usually take thirty-five minutes.

Add time to buy the sweet potato—an hour max.
Yet she took six or seven hours.
"Hubby, when I bought your hot dog, it reminded me think Leo likes them too, so I dropped one off for him. I was worried I’d wake you coming back late, so I dozed off in the car for a bit. The hot dog's gone cold—let me heat it up for you..."
Vivian dropped her briefcase and rushed over to where I sat curled on the sofa.
She tried to kiss my cheek.
I turned away.
I noticed several strands of Leo's short, golden hair stuck to her blouse button.
The memory of those gasping sounds on the phone surfaced.
A wave of nausea rose in my chest.
I took a sip of water, forcing it down.
Meeting Vivian's eyes, my words held a double meaning.
"If the hot dog's cold, v. Some things are only good when they’re hot."
Vivian looked confused—she didn’t catch my drift.
But she sensed my mood was off tonight.
She stayed quiet.
Like a scolded child.
So obedient, so loving once – when did she become this stranger?
I dropped the act.
I bent down, picked up the divorce papers from the coffee table, handing them to her with a pen.
My expression stayed neutral.
After all, I'd been planning this divorce for three months.
The moment I confirmed Vivian and Leo, I decided it was over.
"Hubby, what is this? Okay, I admit I'm late, but you can't dump me over something this small?"
Vivian saw the words "Divorce Agreement" and panicked.
She sat beside me, eyes pleading and lost.
On the outside, Vivian was sharp, steady, quick-thinking, articulate.
With me, all these years, she’d been this guileless, devoted woman.
"I know about you and Leo."
"Here's the schedule of your meetups over the plast three months—photos included. Here's the list of gifts you've given him."
"And this? Leo's fertility test results."
Calmly, I pulled documents from the desk and handed them to Vivian as I spoke.
Vivian never sent messages only to delete them.
So.
Three months ago, it was Leo who sent that voice message.
Leo had been eager to mark his territory because Vivian was pregnant.
Seven years married—countless methods, doctors, specialists—Vivian had never conceived.
Desperate, she and her parents turned from science to superstition.
At first, I really thought Vivian "adopted" Leo just to have a child.
But discovering her pregnancy revealed their real plan!
Now that Vivian was pregnant, Leo, Vivian, and her parents must be over the moon.
Leo's provocation might even have Vivian's blessing.
To avoid being trapped, I needed a clean break.
My father's mistake? I wasn’t going to repeat it!