
Every anniversary, my boyfriend would invent a new secret to put my love to the test. A deadly illness, a mountain of debt, a criminal past. And every time, I stayed by his side.
On our 8th anniversary, he told me his childhood sweetheart was carrying his baby. I slipped off my ring, and the two of them immediately broke into laughter.
"It was all an act."
"We only wanted to know if your love had a breaking point."
My boyfriend looked at me, disappointment written all over his face.
"So I guess you never loved me as much as you claimed."
I picked up my suitcase and gave a quiet nod.
"Those things were fake before. But this time, falling out of love with you is real."

Every anniversary, my boyfriend, Ethan Pierce, would invent a new secret to put my love to the test. A deadly illness, a mountain of debt, a criminal past. And every time, I stayed by his side. On our 8th anniversary, he told me his childhood sweetheart, Joanna Warren, was carrying his baby. I looked at the pregnancy test report on the table, unable to say a word for a long time. Joanna sat beside him, her eyes swollen from crying. One hand stayed protectively over her stomach. "Luna, I'm sorry. Ethan was drunk that night. He thought I was you." Ethan's face went pale as he reached for my hand. "Luna, this baby was a mistake. The person I love has always been you." I pulled away from him, removed the ring I had worn for five years, and placed it on top of the pregnancy test report.
