At that Time, I Thought that True Love was Invincible

Looking at the busy figure of Liam in the kitchen, I had a moment of trance.

When I just graduated, I had to eat instant noodles every day to save money. When Liam found out about it, he applied to transfer his job to New York. In order to take care of my diet, he filled the refrigerator full, and my stomach disease also improved a lot.

Suddenly, his phone screen lit up, and a message popped up.

"Liam, I'll be your most beautiful bride."

I stared at the message, frozen. Liam, who was in the kitchen, glanced over at me, signaling that the noodles were almost ready. I forced a smile.

We'd been together for ten years, and we trusted each other, so I'd never had the habit of checking his phone.

But reality had just slapped me hard in the face. As I scrolled through the chat history, my heart felt like it was being squeezed.

What started as work handovers had become increasingly flirtatious. They shared their lives, wished each other goodnight, and Liam even kept track of her menstrual cycle.

That girl, Maya, would playfully complain, "Got it, you nag!"

As my hands trembled while scrolling through the chat, I felt my heart sink lower and lower.

It turned out they had met two years ago at a company party. Maya had gotten drunk and called Liam, saying she couldn't get home. Without hesitation, he left me, who had a fever, at home and didn't come back all night.

Wiping away my tears, I impulsively clicked into the girl's social media profile. What greeted me was a picture of her, smiling blissfully as she held onto a man's arm. Although his face wasn't fully shown, I recognized him immediately—it was my boyfriend. The butterfly tattoo on his ring finger was identical to Liam's.

A butterfly with broken wings.

Liam brought the noodles to the table, the steam rising between us like a barrier. He noticed the redness around my eyes and jokingly said.

"Nina, you're still such a crybaby, just like before."

I heard his words and forced a smile. Ignoring the heat, I shoved a mouthful of noodles into my mouth. It was the same beef noodles as before, and the person beside me hadn't changed either. So why, why did everything feel so different?