She Chose Her First Love, So I Chose Divorce

On the night of our third anniversary, my wife orchestrated a drone light show for her first love.

In the night sky, five hundred drones lit up simultaneously, forming a giant heart and his name.

They stood in the center of the square, embracing each other, their shadows elongated by the lights.

This scene was captured by a passerby and quickly went viral, topping the trending list. Netizens went wild, commenting, "A love like no other!" "I believe in true love again!"

I silently saved the video and posted a photo of our marriage certificate as the top comment: "If it weren't for the green on my head, I would have been moved too."

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I posted a photo of my marriage certificate online.

The comments section exploded instantly.

"Seriously? You're still staying in this marriage? What for?"

"Such a perfect couple in public, but living separate lives in private. What great actors!"

"My heart aches for you. That green hat fits you perfectly."

My phone rang.

Joy Valentine's voice carried her usual self-righteous tone.

"I'm working late tonight. Not coming home."

In the background, cheers erupted.

The hum of a drone light show echoed.

She was always like this.

A casual announcement, expecting me to accept it without question.

On the dining table sat her favorite Champagne Roses.

Next to them, a limited edition Cartier Watch.

I had prepared all her favorite dishes.

Reheated them again and again.

The sauce had completely dried up.

"Do you remember what day it is today?"

She scoffed.

"Just our anniversary. What's the big deal?"

How ridiculous.

Three days ago, I was out of town working on a project.

I wasn't supposed to make it back.

She cried and threatened divorce.

Said I didn't care about her.

I worked through the night to finish my tasks.

Booked the earliest flight back.

Now, it all seemed like a joke.

My voice grew heavy.

"Have fun. With your First Love."

She exploded.

"Ryan Roland, what are you implying? I told you I'm working late!"

"Don't drag me into your dark thoughts!"

"I married you, but I didn't sell myself to you!"

I sent her the link to the trending video.

The drone forming a heart pattern was particularly glaring.

"Working late in someone else's arms?"

"Congratulations on making headlines with Felix Laurent."

The other end of the line fell silent.