She looked at me with a mix of shock and disbelief, as if the idea was impossible to accept.
“You two were the top of the class—the number one and two! Even our homeroom teacher joked after graduation that when you married, he’d demand a toast for being your matchmaker!”
“You turned down an Ivy League offer just to follow Daniel to Columbia University!”
“On your wedding day, he held you and cried his eyes out. The star of Roosevelt High, the untouchable genius, was so shaken he couldn’t even speak.”
The more she spoke, the more agitated she became.
“Even now, Roosevelt High still tells your love story. On the campus wishing wall, there’s still writing that says, ‘Sophia Carter and Daniel Hughes, forever.’”
I curled my lips faintly.
Yes, we had once loved each other deeply—but love fades with time.
And divorce? It’s never that complicated.
People grow tired, or one of them finds someone new.
Daniel was no exception.
After our wedding, he began hinting that I was dull—whether in daily life or in bed.
He said marriage was a man’s grave, and he had no intention of being buried alive.
Not long after, he was already with his young, lively assistant, Emily Brooks.
“Sophia?”