The aroma of sizzling spices filled the air as Olivia set the table with a cocktail, a perfectly roasted chicken, and every delicacy Ethan loved. She took a step back, admiring the warm glow of candlelight flickering across the carefully arranged dishes. "Perfect!" she whispered to herself with a soft smile, her heart swelling with anticipation.

Just as she was about to pour the wine, the door creaked open.

"Ethan, you're back!" Olivia exclaimed, her voice brimming with excitement.

Ethan barely glanced at her before his lips curled into a sneer. "What the hell are you even wearing? You look ridiculous in that! Have you gained weight?"

Olivia felt her heart sink. She had spent hours choosing this dress, hoping to make their anniversary special. "Oh... why? Don’t you like this dress, honey? It’s our fifth anniversary today," she whispered, her voice barely audible, carrying a plea she knew would go unanswered. "Did you forget?"

Ethan scoffed. "Of course not," he muttered through clenched teeth, his expression unreadable.

A flicker of hope glowed in Olivia’s eyes. Maybe he had planned something for their anniversary after all. Maybe she had misjudged him. Maybe, just maybe, he still cared.

"I have something for you," he said, pulling an envelope from his pocket.

With trembling hands, Olivia reached for it, convinced it was a pair of tickets to Santorini. She had told Ethan countless times how much she longed to visit Greece, to watch the sunset over the white-washed buildings.

But as she unfolded the letter, her vision blurred. The cruel, unforgiving word—DIVORCE—stabbed her heart like a dagger.

"Tell me it's a joke..." she whispered, her voice breaking, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Ethan let out a harsh laugh, the sound echoing in the room like a cruel melody. "I don’t joke about things like this, Olivia. I'm done. And to be honest... I hate you."

"Why?" Olivia barely managed to force the word out.

Ethan sighed dramatically, crossing his arms. "Why? Just take a good look at yourself in the mirror. Maybe then you’ll understand."

"We can fix this," she pleaded, her voice trembling with desperation. "Please, Ethan... we can see a therapist. We can work through this. I still love you."

"Therapist?" Ethan scoffed, grabbing his suitcase. "Let me remind you—you're the problem, not me. I have someone waiting for me outside."

Olivia felt like she had been punched in the gut. "Who?" she choked out. "Ethan... who is it?"

His lips curled into a triumphant smirk. "Emma. My assistant. Always polished, always elegant... unlike you."

Olivia gasped, her stomach churning. "You were cheating on me? With your assistant?"

"Bingo!" Ethan snapped his fingers, his eyes gleaming with sick satisfaction. "Two tickets—one for me, one for the future I actually deserve."

With that, he swung the door open and left. The house, once filled with warmth, now stood cold and empty.

As Olivia collapsed onto the floor, sobbing, a single thought crossed her mind—this wasn't the end.

The following morning, Olivia gathered every wedding photo, every love letter, and every memory of Ethan. She threw them into a metal bucket, doused them in gasoline, and set them ablaze. The flames flickered wildly, consuming the past as if granting her permission to start anew.

A sharp knock startled her. It was her best friend, Rachel. "Liv, I’ve been calling you all week! What’s going on?"

"He's gone," Olivia croaked, her voice raw. "Left me for someone else."

Rachel rolled her eyes. "Ethan? Good riddance, Liv! I warned you about him."

"You were right..." Olivia admitted. "But how do I move on?"

Rachel smiled knowingly. "You pick up the pieces, sweetheart. And you find happiness—the kind that doesn't depend on some guy's approval."

With a mischievous glint, Rachel snatched Olivia’s phone and installed a dating app. "High time you stopped mourning the Titanic and boarded a new ship!"

That night, sprawled on the couch, Olivia hesitantly opened the app.

A message popped up instantly. "Hi, you look gorgeous!"

Olivia gasped. She was fresh out of the shower, wrapped in only a towel. Panicking, she swiped away, but a deep chuckle rang through her phone.

"Did I scare you off?" the stranger asked.

Olivia hesitated, then smiled. "I'm just not used to this."

"Neither am I," he admitted. "But hey, maybe we can get used to it together?"

His name was Ryan. They exchanged messages late into the night, and for the first time in weeks, Olivia felt something stir in her heart—hope.

Months passed. Olivia bloomed into someone stronger, someone who no longer needed Ethan’s validation.

One evening, as she waited for Ryan at a fancy restaurant, a familiar voice called her name.

"Olivia."

She turned to see Ethan, looking miserable.

"Hi, Ethan," she said, her tone neutral.

"You look... amazing," he murmured, guilt evident in his eyes. "I made a mistake, Olivia. Leaving you was the worst decision of my life. Please... just one more chance."

Before she could respond, a firm voice cut in. "Excuse me, may I help you?"

Ethan turned to face the man beside Olivia.

"Who the hell are you?" he snapped.

Ryan extended a hand, his smile unwavering. "I'm Ryan, Olivia’s fiancé."

Ethan’s face fell, the words hitting him like a truck.

Olivia placed a gentle hand on Ryan’s arm, smiling up at him. "Actually, Ethan, Ryan and I are getting married soon."

Ryan turned to her. "Ready to go, love?"

"Yes, let's go, honey. Goodbye, Ethan."

Hand in hand, they walked away, leaving Ethan behind—alone, drowning in the regret of a love he had so easily thrown away.

This isn't just a story of heartbreak—it's a story of strength, of finding love after loss, and of knowing that true happiness is never defined by someone else.

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