Love's Breaking Point

It's our third wedding anniversary. On this day, Zoey Hayes, who has had a crush on my husband for three years, flaunts their love on her social media.

On the day of our third wedding anniversary, Zoey Hayes, who had secretly admired my husband for three years, posted a photo on her social media.

The caption read: "The world shouldn't bring me such joy, but then you appeared."

In the Live Photo, she leaned against a man's chest, and his hand was placed on hers, resting over her heart. The man's face wasn't shown, but the voice unmistakably belonged to Logan Bennett, my husband.

"If only you could always stay with me," she said.

"I'll always be by your side," he replied.

I commented: "You two deserve each other."

Soon after, Zoey called to explain, "Victoria, Logan didn't miss your wedding anniversary on purpose. Please don't be angry. It's all my fault. You can direct your anger at me and spare Logan."

I didn't say a word.

Logan, on the other hand, snatched the phone and scolded me, "Victoria, how can you be so cold and unreasonable? Look how considerate Zoey is. Stop making a fuss for no reason."

In the past, I would have rushed over to assert my position to everyone.

But this time, I genuinely wished them well. They could be together as they wished because I was ready to leave.

...

When Logan got home, I was tidying up the balloons and streamers in the yard. For our third anniversary, his students had arrived early to celebrate with us.

However, the leading man himself didn't come home until 3:00 am.

I ignored the somewhat awkward and guilty look on Logan's face as he stood to the side and continued cleaning up. Somehow, my indifference provoked him.

"Don't give me that attitude. It's just a wedding anniversary. Compared to a life, which one is more important? You've never faced real hardships growing up. You're 30, yet you still act so petty."

"Logan, I..." I whispered, my voice trembling ever so slightly. I was tired—not just physically, but emotionally.

The balloon in my hand burst accidentally, making a sharp noise.

Logan frowned and reprimanded me in a tone I had never heard before. "It's already so late at night. Even if you're angry, find a different way to vent. Don't you think you're being loud and rude? Aren't you worried about disturbing the neighbors?"

Zoey was more important than our anniversary. And keeping up appearances was more important than me or my wellbeing.

Even though I knew it was the truth, a wave of indescribable disappointment washed over me.

Logan and I had grown up together. We were childhood sweethearts. One was quiet and scholarly, while the other was lively and athletic.

We had always been the only one for each other… But that was until Zoey appeared.

Logan used to say he loved my straightforward nature and sunny disposition. He had once said I lit up his