Farewell to Love, Hello to Freedom

I asked that person, "What do you want from me by sending these?"

Actually, when Leo's new movie started shooting, I had already received news of his infidelity.

A year ago, Mia was just a minor actress in Leo's movie. She was unexpectedly promoted and given the chance to appear with the Best Actor, Leo.

Later, I found out that Leo gave her the chance.

That night, I drank until I vomited blood just to help Leo secure a major production at a party.

And Mia, wearing bold and provocative lingerie, seduced Leo.

When I saw the photos that person sent, I was stunned. I called Leo in disbelief.

His suppressed panting was amplified infinitely by the night.

Leo lied that he was running. He hung up before I could speak.

My stomach hurt, and so did my heart.

Since then, he never kept our weekend dates, spending every night with his mistress instead.

I gave him a chance and asked why his voice was hoarse.

Leo hesitated for a moment and then naturally replied, "I was dubbing a TV show last night. It really wore me out."

Just like tonight, my attempts to hold on were meaningless.

This was my fault.

Eight years together made me forget that the tender and devoted man before me was still a playboy at heart.

He just put on an uncomfortable mask to suppress his true nature when he was with me.

Why did I think I was the destined one to make him change his ways?

Playing the self-deceiving game for too long, I just couldn't get out of it.

I was just unwilling to accept it. I was the one who made him famous!

Leo returned home at 3 a.m., trying to sneak into the room quietly.

Seeing me sitting on the floor, he walked over nervously and picked me up.

"Vivian, you're being naughty. Why aren't you wearing socks again? Your feet are so cold."

The concern in his eyes didn't seem fake. He warmed my feet with his hands, just like he had done countless nights before.

"Vivian, didn't I tell you not to wait up for me? You look so tired. Come on, I'll put you to bed."

As he spoke, he tried to stand up and carry me, but I pushed him away.

Caught off guard, he fell to the ground, looking bewildered.

"What's wrong? Are you in a bad mood because of your period?"

Leo got up to fill a hot water packet.

"See, he's so considerate."

He handled all the little things effortlessly. No wonder he's called the best boyfriend in the entertainment industry.

Watching his busy back, I suddenly felt a deep sadness.

How strong must his mindset be to smoothly float between two women like this?

He was now making me feel powerless and wanting to throw it away.

"Leo, let's break up."

The words I had prepared for a year finally came out. I suddenly realized that ending eight years of relationship wasn't as hard as I had imagined.

With a loud thud, the hot water packet fell on Leo's foot. It spilled hot water everywhere.

Ignoring the burn, he hopped over to me. His voice was unconsciously tense.

"Vivian, don't joke like that. We're getting our marriage certificate this weekend."

"See, he's sure I love him too much to leave him.

And yes, I loved him at his lowest. How could I not love him now at his peak?"

Before, a friend told me I was inherently cheap, that I couldn't do without him. What would I do if he abandoned me after I did so much for him?

He smiled at me gently and promised he would never abandon me. He told me to block all friends who had seen him at his lowest. And I did it.