My husband of seven years has a first love who can call him away at any time. After William stood me up once again because of her, I found two tickets to Iceland in his study. William explained calmly, "I wanted to surprise you for our anniversary. Since you've found them, I'll see you at the airport the day after tomorrow." Early in the morning, I packed my bags and went to the airport, full of anticipation. But from eight in the morning until midnight, he didn't show up. Then I saw his celebrity first love's latest tweet: Although someone couldn't accompany me to my dream destination, Iceland, because of work, I won't hold it against him since he made me a candlelit dinner by hand. If it had happened before, I would have called William immediately and questioned him hysterically. But this time, I was just too tired.

After three years of dating and three years of marriage, Leo had grown tired of me. He threatened me with divorce, demanding I surrender my hard-earned third-place title in the racing season to his new lover. I signed my name resolutely and ended our marriage as quickly as possible. Later, Leo, holding flowers and the ring I had thrown away, rented a huge LED screen to make a grand spectacle, begging me to remarry him. Yann turned off all the screens, wrapped his arm around my waist, and walked away with me. "You dared to propose to my wife without even bothering to find out who I am?"