Chapter 1

After seven years together, Ethan Blake fell in love with his handsome, cold secretary.

He said the man looked exactly like me when I was younger, and that he only cared because of me, so he would never cross the line.

But he broke his own rules again and again, hurting me and humiliating me for Noah Hayes, playing me like I was a fool.

When I was finally completely disheartened and wanted to give up on him, he panicked.

Ethan Blake cheated on me on our seventh anniversary.

He posted a casual photo on his private social media account with the caption, “Recording what I like.”

But the man he was gazing at so tenderly in the photo was not me.

It was his secretary, Noah Hayes.

I had met him once the last time he brought a drunk Ethan Blake back.

Just like in the photo, he was tall, handsome, upright, and impossible to approach.

Against the glow of the aurora in the photo, he looked even more breathtaking.

Ethan Blake told me he had an important business trip tonight, and he did not even mention our seventh anniversary.

Was taking Noah Hayes to see the aurora what he called important business?

But clearly... clearly, that was our promise.

My heart clenched tight, and every inch of my body ached with soreness.

The hand holding my phone started shaking, and I even pressed the wrong button when trying to take a screenshot.

No matter what, I could not believe that the lover I had been with for seven years would betray me so easily.

Many years ago, when we were penniless, he said he would propose to me under the most beautiful aurora.

I waited and waited, and after seven years, I still never got it.

And Noah Hayes had been in his life for less than seven weeks.

I gasped desperately, but the suffocating feeling in my chest would not go away.

I turned into a madman, calling Ethan Blake’s number over and over, but it kept showing that the other person was on another call.

I started snooping, from step counts to location tracking, trying to dig out every bit of evidence from the smallest details.

“Ethan Blake...” I bent my legs, buried my face in my arms, and my tears soaked through my loungewear.

I did not want to lift my head, and I did not want to see the photo of the two of us hanging in the living room.

He was the one who dragged me to take that photo, yet now he was looking at someone else with such tender eyes.

I sent him all the evidence I had found, but there was no reply from the other side for a long time.

Ethan Blake did not reply for three days, so I changed the passcode to the door lock.

When the doorbell rang at home, I jolted awake from the sofa.

When I went to open the door, I did not even have time to put on my shoes.

But the person who came was Noah Hayes.