He Gave Her My Wedding, I Divorced Him

I stood outside Vivienne's room, holding a pot of freshly made soup. Through the c***k in the door, I heard Vivienne's stuffy, nasal voice. "Before every takeoff, you stay with me in the apartment overnight. Aren't you afraid Rosalie will find out?" Nico Arden answered without hesitation, "I'm not afraid. If it weren't for her, we could embrace and date openly." My nails dug deep into my palm. On the day of my grandmother's funeral, I broke down and grabbed him, begging him to stay with me for the night. He merely pushed me away, his tone indifferent. "Rosalie Pierce, flights take off on time. No one can delay them. Taking time off is bad for my career. Be reasonable. You know I'm obsessive about punctuality." It turned out flight schedules weren't set in stone. He was willing to adjust his time for Vivienne, soothing her anxiety. He just wouldn't stay with me for a moment while I was grieving. The door was pushed open, and Nico walked out. He frowned. "Why are you here?" Nico was obsessive about punctuality and cleanliness. At eight in the evening, he was supposed to be at the gym, not in Vivienne's apartment. His hair was messy and limp, and a sweet, delicate fragrance clung to him. It was Vivienne's limited edition perfume. My gaze moved past him and landed on Vivienne's flustered face. The soup pot in my hand shattered on the floor with a crash, shards scattering across my legs. Nico stepped forward quickly, reaching out to check the back of my hand. "Did you get burned? Is your hand okay?" I stepped back half a step, my voice shaking uncontrollably. "What are you doing?" Nico was startled, then instinctively reached out and ruffled my hair. "I was discussing wedding details with Vivienne, planning a surprise for you. You can't be jealous of your own sister, right?" I dodged his hand, and some impatience flickered in his eyes. "Isn't it just a five-year anniversary gift? Your sister likes the stuff young girls are into. We've been together so long. Don't you know how I feel about you? We don't need those showy gestures between us." His tone was so casual, as if he were talking about something completely trivial. But he wasn't like this before. He would remember my hobbies, remember that I loved making things feel special. On my birthday, he would take me on a helicopter ride along the coast. But somewhere along the line, he had forgotten these days that held special meaning for me. A shard cut my leg, and fine beads of blood welled up. I cried out in pain, and Vivienne ran over to me in concern. "Rosalie!" But she walked too fast and twisted her ankle, and I watched her fall among the shards covering the floor. Nico swiftly caught her in his arms. But when he glanced at my pale face, he slowly let go of Vivienne's arm. Vivienne shoved Nico hard, sending him crashing into the wall. "Nico, how could you treat Rosalie like this?" The push had been forceful, and Nico let out a muffled grunt. He bit his lip, as if struggling to restrain emotions on the verge of spiraling out of control. When he turned back, the irritation and impatience on his face had vanished completely. He was once again the gentle boyfriend I had known. "I didn't consider your feelings, Rosalie. Next time, I'll give you a better gift." He brought the first aid kit and bandaged me with gentle movements. But his gaze remained glued to Vivienne's red and swollen ankle the entire time. After he finished treating my wound, he immediately rushed to Vivienne. "Are you okay? Does it hurt? Do you want me to blow on it?" Vivienne shook her head. "This doesn't hurt as much as when I fell hiking last time." Watching their heartwarming scene, I felt a sharp sting in my eyes. A message came from my agent. Agent: I've booked your flight for three days from now. Remember to leave on time.