Chapter 1

On our tenth anniversary, I received a notification that David had died in a plane crash.

The Jonathan family blamed me for his death, calling me a curse. That very night, they kicked me out of the house.

To survive, I dragged my pregnant body through the wind and rain, working odd jobs and selling crafts at flea markets just to make ends meet.

There were countless times I wanted to give up on life, until my best friend, Chloe, sent me a message.

"Is this your husband?"

I tapped on the photo. David’s face was slightly blurry.

My mind went completely blank, and I frantically hit the FaceTime button.

"Angle the camera closer! Please!"

The moment the screen cleared, I froze, unable to utter a single word.

David was wearing a tailored suit, down on one knee, holding a diamond ring that sparkled painfully bright.

The woman in front of him had a flushed face, too shy to speak.

The crowd around them was cheering.

"Marry him! Marry him!"

"Vivian, you have no idea how long David has been waiting for this day!"

The woman was Vivian, David’s first love who was supposed to be living across the ocean.

The attic in our house—a place his family never allowed me to enter—was filled with her photos.

I glanced at my Snapchat chat history with David.

Over the past two weeks, I had sent him more than 1,800 messages.

All my breakdowns, my helplessness, my longing.

None of them had ever received a reply.

It turned out the man I had been mourning day and night was busy building a perfect family for another woman in a different city.

Since that was the case, I would let him go.