Chapter 1

On the night before our wedding, I was scrolling through Instagram when I saw a post from Audrey’s male secretary, Christian.

He was wearing the custom wedding suit that was supposed to be mine, his face pressed intimately against Audrey’s.

The caption read: [My bride is so beautiful today.] I clicked "like" and left a comment: "Congratulations. Wishing you two a lifetime of happiness."

Within seconds, Audrey’s call came through. She yelled at me, her voice dripping with irritation.

"Nathan, don't be so petty. You two are basically the same size. I just asked him to try on the suit for you. What’s the big deal? Stop talking nonsense. It’s not like I’m calling off the wedding."

If this were the old me, I would have immediately ordered a huge bouquet of red roses and driven through the night to apologize and beg for her forgiveness.

But now, I realized it wasn't worth it.

Whether it was a suit or love, once it was soiled by someone else, I didn't want it anymore.

When Audrey finally came home, I had just finished tearing down all the wedding decorations in the living room.

Our wedding was in three days. Our friends had spent hours decorating this place to surprise us.

I had planned to give Audrey a beautiful surprise. I had prepared a candlelit dinner and bought her favorite red roses.

But all I got was that picture of her and Christian cuddled up together on Instagram.

Audrey kicked off her high heels carelessly. She walked over to me, casting a cold glance at the colorful ribbons and balloons piled on the floor.

"I was only gone for one night, Nathan. Why did you clutter the house with all this trash?"

Audrey had extreme OCD and hated seeing the house messy.

But she never cleaned up after herself. Ever since we started dating, I was the one who kept the place spotless.

In the past, I would have hugged her, gently explained my surprise, and pulled out some cute little gift like a magician.

But today, I said nothing. I silently swept the "trash" into a storage box.

While I was cleaning, Audrey’s phone rang. It was Christian.

Acting as if I wasn't even in the room, she giggled into the phone. "It's just a suit, Christian. If you like it so much, you can keep it."

I didn’t hear what he said next, but she playfully whispered, "Oh, stop it, you're terrible."

I accidentally knocked over a water glass, making a sharp clink. Only then did Audrey turn around, startled.

She quickly hung up the phone and glared at me with annoyance.

"When did you get back? Why didn't you make a sound? Were you eavesdropping on my call?"

I didn't want to argue. I turned to walk out, but Audrey stepped in front of me, blocking the door.

She pouted and looked at me. "Aren't we supposed to go to City Hall to get our marriage license today? I literally skipped my company's annual gala for this. Don't you dare flake on me."

It was strange. I didn't feel the excitement or joy I thought I would.

On the drive to City Hall, I kept my face cold, staring out the window. My mind was a chaotic mess.

We had been together for five years. When did we start drifting so far apart?

Suddenly, a familiar ringtone broke the silence.

I looked at the car screen. The caller ID flashed:

[The Handsomest Husband in the World]

That used to be my exclusive ringtone and caller ID. Now, it belonged to another man.

As for who that man was, it was painfully obvious.

Audrey scrambled to reject the call. She turned to me, her voice rushed as she explained.

"We had a team-building event last week. I lost a game of Truth or Dare, and they changed the contact name to tease me. I forgot to change it back."

"Okay," I murmured, looking back out the window. Suddenly, everything became crystal clear in my heart.

"Pull over," I said.

Audrey looked at me, confused. "What now? It's just a contact name, Nathan. Even if you're jealous, pick your time and place!"

So, to her, my broken heart was just a childish tantrum.

Before I could speak, her phone rang again.

She answered it immediately. Christian's weak, fragile voice echoed through the car speaker. He said he caught a cold from the chilly wind by the river last night and was now at the hospital on an IV drip.

Audrey slammed on the brakes. Her face turned pale with worry as she asked him how bad it was.

Then, she threw the car keys into my lap and ran across the street without looking back.

"I can tell you're not in the mood to get the license today anyway. I have an emergency to handle. We'll do it another day!"

I watched her figure disappear into the crowd. I looked down at the keys in my hand and let out a bitter laugh.

The traffic light turned green. The drivers behind me began honking their horns furiously.

I simply stepped out of the car, leaving the luxury sedan idling in the middle of the busy intersection, and walked away.

That evening, Audrey slammed the front door open, furious.

She marched up to me and threw a handful of traffic tickets in my face.

"Nathan! Are you insane? You left my car in the middle of the road in broad daylight! I had to spend two hours at the police station resolving this!"