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The next day.
Alexander left early in the morning.
And that gift was still sitting quietly on the dining table.
I sat down and untied the ribbon wrapped around it, taking out the divorce papers I had signed.
Actually, before last night, I hadn’t decided which gift to give him.
The divorce papers, or the pregnancy test results.
But during that long wait last night, feeling the night breeze and watching the grand fireworks blooming in the sky, I suddenly understood.
The man I had loved deeply was already lost on the road he came from.
Seven years ago, on a snowy Christmas Eve.
I was studying abroad and went out to buy cold medicine, but fainted in my car.
Alexander, who was passing by, saved me.
From then on, I fell helplessly in love.
My friends warned me, “Everyone in the international student circle knows Alexander has looks, money, and family background.”
“Just have fun with guys like that, don’t take it seriously.”
But I was already in too deep.
I had seen how he was aloof in public but passionate and possessive in private.
How he was always the center of attention in crowds but would childishly get jealous when others approached me.
How in the heavy snow, he would always warm my cold hands and gently tuck them into his coat pocket.
However, it turned out to be a self–fulfilling prophecy.
After marriage, he started to change.
Especially after he accidentally found out that his hated stepmother and my mom were best friends.
The way he looked at me changed from sincere and passionate to doubtful, then distant, and finally without any warmth.
I didn’t know if he really cared that much about it, or if he just didn’t love me anymore.
He started to brazenly go out with female celebrities, getting caught up in scandals without any concern, and even kept a mistress.
And I went from desperately trying to explain and salvage our relationship, to heartbroken pain, to numb acceptance.
Suddenly, my reminiscing was interrupted by Alexander’s assistant.
She brought an exquisite gift box, saying it was the anniversary gift Mr. Yan had arranged.
I opened it to find a sparkling diamond ring.
Unfortunately, it wasn’t my size.
I snapped back to reality, no longer dwelling on the past.
I picked up the document folder and headed out.
