Chapter 1

On our third wedding anniversary, he stayed at the hospital with his first love and only sent me a text message.

"Serena's depression relapsed. I won't be coming home tonight."

No apology, no explanation. For three years, it had always been like this.

For his first love, he trampled on my dignity again and again.

She stole my aromatherapy formulas to launch her brand. She shattered my late professor's legacy on the floor.

When I asked him why, he frowned. "She needs this success to overcome her depression."

"Can't you just behave and stop acting like a difficult woman?"

My love for him had already died.

I left the signed divorce agreement in the villa and flew to France.

The sunlight in Provence was blinding. I picked up a male college student.

He looked just like my deceased first love. His features, his outline, even the way he wore a white shirt was identical.

I took him walking through the small town and kissed him right in front of Damian.

Damian came chasing after me and knelt down, saying he'd get plastic surgery to look like Sebastian, begging me to stay.

I laughed. "Damian, you're not even qualified to be a substitute."