His Likes Were Never Love

It was one in the morning when Calvin finally came home. When he saw that I was still awake, his brows knitted together as he said, "Didn't I tell you I had a business dinner tonight? You should've gone to bed early. Getting enough sleep will help with your condition."

I looked up at him, the tears in my eyes threatening to fall.

"Do you remember what day yesterday was?" I asked.

Calvin took out his phone and scrolled through it. "Was there something special about yesterday?"

Hearing his words, I barely had the strength to tell him that he had forgotten my birthday.

While I had been making my own birthday cake, he had been discussing dinner plans with Elizabeth Winster, deciding where they should go to celebrate the first anniversary of their reunion.

How ironic.

It had also been exactly one year since I developed depression.

I shook my head and handed him the divorce papers. "Let's get divorced."

The moment Calvin saw the words on the page, whatever patience he had left finally snapped.

"Melissa, all I did was come home a little late. Can you please give me a break? Ever since you were diagnosed with depression, I've had to walk on eggshells around you every single day. I can't even truly relax when I come home. Do you have any idea how hard this has been for me?"

I silently held up his tablet. "So, that's why you put together a whole management team just to keep up the illusion for me?"

In that split second, a flicker of surprise crossed Calvin's face. "You saw it?"

Then, he gently took the tablet from my hands and explained, "I only did it because I was afraid you'd be upset if I didn't respond to your posts right away. I just wanted to make you happy. Maybe I went about it the wrong way, but I did it because I was thinking of you."

He did it because he was thinking about me.

That was Calvin's favorite thing to say.

He had asked me to become a full-time housewife because he was thinking about me.

He had created a team to fake his attention because he was thinking about me.

He hadn't taken me with him to Icethern because he was thinking about me.

I had always believed him until I went through the messages between him and Elizabeth today.

Whenever Elizabeth had to make a decision, Calvin would carefully lay out every possible option for her. Not once did he say that he was thinking about what was best for her. Instead, he would tell her to choose whatever she wanted because he would always be there to catch her if she fell.

"What about Elizabeth? When you went to Icethern with her and posted that, after everything you'd been through, you were glad you had each other—were you thinking of me then, too?"

After all these years, I never once appeared on Calvin's social media. I had always assumed he simply didn't like sharing his private life online. However, after scrolling through his private account today, I discovered the cruel truth.

On every important date, he had posted a memory of himself and Elizabeth.

Even on the day Calvin married me, he had made a post about how much he missed her.

At my question, Calvin's expression turned cold. "Did you go through my phone?"

Seeing his reaction, a bitter laugh escaped my lips. I no longer had the strength to argue.

Even now, he couldn't be bothered to defend himself.

"Calvin, I mean it. Let's get divorced."

Only then did Calvin seem to realize that I was serious.

He walked over and wrapped his arms tightly around me. "Melissa, don't do this. Elizabeth only wants my help starting a company. She needs my connections, that's all. Those photos together were just part of our marketing strategy."

As he spoke, I stared at him. His words seemed to fade until I could barely hear them.

"Do you still remember that Elizabeth is the reason why I became depressed in the first place?"