She used to call you her luck.

The man who worked night shifts, took every insult from her family, and stayed quiet while the world believed she was single... just so she could become a Vogue model.

Now the entire country watched her kiss another man live on national television.

James — rich model. Hollywood A-list actor.

And when she finally comes home, suitcase already half-packed, she looks at the father of her children and says the words that will destroy you:

“You’re nothing to me now. Whatever we had... it served its purpose.”

No guilt.

No tears.

No explanation that softens the knife.

Just cold, polished indifference from the woman you built your entire life around.

Will you break?

Will you explode?

Or will you make her regret ever underestimating the man she left behind?