Sacrificing My Youth for a Short Marriage

Otherwise, he wouldn't have expressed such deep regret in that video.

No regret? Then his eyes were red as hell!

Tears fell heavily on the phone screen.

I suddenly regretted it.

Regretted not rejecting the boy's blushing confession at seventeen.

But regretting was useless.

Ten years spending my time with James occupied my entire, selfless youth.

I hated him and wanted to leave him.

But before that, I wanted him to pay the corresponding price.

In a better mood, the first thing I did was to set the destination of my honeymoon trip to Therondia.

I came out of the bathroom and told him expressionlessly.

The next second, the man's voice rose. "Therondia!"

I curled my lips to him. "Hmm, or you don't want to go with me?"

He didn't refuse me.

He was even more enthusiastic than I was, booking flights and hotels overnight and excitedly discussing which restaurants had the best beef and seafood.

Which the best spot to take photos of the scenery.

And I thought coldly.

These should be memories of you and Savannah, right?

If that was the case, then let the special romantic memory of mine gradually turn into nightmares haunting you.

So, two days later, we arrived in Therondia.

But on the first stop of our honeymoon trip, I developed altitude sickness.

I lay groggy in my hotel bed, feeling like no energy to go anywhere.

James busied himself taking care of me, as attentive as ever.

But I still noticed.

He was texting someone from time to time.

And always smiling.

Here you were my games!

I said to him, "I want to have coffee matcha latte from that Netflix-famous shop tonight, can you buy it for me?"

Actually, coffee matcha latte was everywhere in Le Feuvre.

The reason I wanted to have coffee matcha latte from that Netflix-famous shop was simply to make it easier for me to find them.

James couldn't hide it from me.

On the night we agreed to go to Therondia, he had made an appointment with Savannah to meet in Le Feuvre.

Until he left, I got up from bed, feeling completely fine.

Because I had no altitude sickness in the first place.

Perhaps he had completely let his guard down.

That night, I opened his phone and found he was logged in to TikTok account.

Among thousands of private messages, he happened to ignite a spark with a girl with a Crayon Shin-chan avatar.

I clicked in with trembling hands.

I saw a year-long record of sparks between the two of them.

So, it was the apps the two them used for communicating and expressing their feelings.

In the dark night, tears blurred my eyes as I watched how James expressed his longing for Savannah.

[It's been two months since we parted in Therondia. As you wished, I'm married, but still can't forget you.]

[Savannah, tell me. Is there really only one choice between responsibility and love?]

Soon, she gave a reply.

[But we were clearly very happy those 27 days, weren't we?]

[Forget me. Be the James you can be without regrets.]

Seeing this, I felt like building a chapel for each of them.

I lost my youth and they lost their love!

It was truly great.

I bit my lip, my gaze still fixed on the message from Savannah.

[Okay, then, let's see each other one last time.]

I turned my head and saw James sleeping with a smile on his face.

Now, I had successfully spotted them outside the Netflix-famous shop.

Savannah hadn't changed much, still as elegant and intellectual as ever.