After work, I returned home.
I prepared a candlelight dinner carefully.
Tonight, on the fifth anniversary of our relationship, I planned to get drunk with her and make it clear that if she chose to be with me, she should not have such close contact with her ex anymore.
But I waited until eight p.m. She was nowhere to be seen.
I turned on my cell phone and planned to call her to ask what she was doing.
But when I was about to dial, I hesitated.
I shouldn't be as humble as before.
I turned on my cell phone and casually scrolled through it. Then I found that she had posted on Facebook at 7 p.m. [Cheers to our tenth anniversary of knowing each other.]
The picture shows a photo of her and Spencer dining together, with both of them wearing a string of beads on their wrists, one black and one white.
Spencer in the photo was smiling happily, and I couldn't tell that he was heartbroken because of his divorce.
Looking at the photo, I was so heartbroken.
Only those who had truly loved me could understand my feelings.
But soon, I looked at the photo again. I suddenly felt less pain.
I silently logged out of my Facebook account.
I thought I had got the answer I wanted.