LOGINBella:
Luke let out a quiet sigh before gently taking my hand again and guiding me toward the dining table. I didn't resist this time. I simply didn't have the strength anymore. Fighting him felt pointless when my heart was already too exhausted to care. "Sit," he murmured as he pulled out a chair for me. I lowered myself onto it, my eyes falling on the beautifully decorated table. Rose petals were arranged carefully into three simple words. Happy Wedding Anniversary. I stared at them for several seconds, unable to look away. The words belonged to a marriage that no longer existed. They celebrated a love that had already begun to die. Luke sat across from me, smiling warmly, completely unaware of the storm raging inside me. "I've never regretted the day I met you," he said softly. "Every day I'm grateful that you became my wife. Thank you for saying yes to me. Thank you for making this past year the happiest year of my life. Bella... I'll love you until eternity." His words should have made me smile. Instead, they only made my chest ache. I simply nodded. If I opened my mouth, I was afraid everything I have been holding back would come crashing out. And he would stop paying my mother's hospital bills. Luke reached into his jacket and pulled out a small velvet box. He opened it, revealing a breathtaking diamond ring that sparkled brilliantly beneath the chandelier. Without thinking, I extended my hand out of habit. My body still remembered loving him, even if my heart had already started letting him go. "For you my love," He smiled as he carefully slipped the ring onto my finger. "I know you are angry now but babe trust me, you are the only woman I've ever loved so much." Just then, his phone rang. He ignored it and continued placing the ring on my finger as though nothing else in the world mattered. The diamond settled against my skin, heavy and unfamiliar. "Why are you so quiet?" he asked gently, searching my face. "You know it hurts me when you don't talk to me." I remained silent. There was nothing I could say that wouldn't shatter us completely. His phone rang again. This time, annoyance flashed across his face before he finally picked it up. The moment I saw the name on the screen, my heart froze. Serena. He answered immediately. "Hey, Serena. What's wrong?" I couldn't hear what she was saying, but I didn't need to. His expression said enough. The call lasted less than a minute. When he hung up, he stood from his chair without hesitation. "I have to go," he said. I looked at him quietly. "Serena needs me." He cut me off before I could even say a word. “If you walk out of there, we're done!” I said and he shook his head. “Try to understand me, Serena needs me.” He muttered. “And what about me? Huh?” I asked. “Trust me I'll come back, wait for me, please!” He simply walked away, leaving me alone in the middle of the anniversary dinner he had spent so much effort planning. I watched him walk away until the front door closed behind him. Then I stood up slowly and silently, walking toward our bedroom. I changed out of my dress, carefully folding it before placing it on the bed. Then I slipped into a simple outfit. My gaze drifted to the diamond ring on my finger. I stared at it before slipping it off. Without another thought, I placed it on the bedside table. Some promises no longer deserved to be worn. I grabbed my car keys and walked out of the house. The moment I reached my car, my phone vibrated. A message from Serena. [Sorry, I had to call Luke, I couldn’t find my inhaler and he doesn't wanna lose me] Before I could even process it, another message arrived. [I know you probably don't believe me, he bought a new mansion for me. The passcode is 0613. He won't be leaving until I'm satisfied.] My fingers froze. 0613. Our wedding anniversary. Another message followed. [If you still don't believe me, come and see for yourself. I'll send you the location.] Seconds later, several photos appeared. A luxurious mansion I had never seen before. Luke's jacket. His wristwatch. Serena's lace lingerie carelessly thrown across the bed. I stared at every picture, tears filled my eyes. I didn't need proof anymore. But I still needed to see it with my own eyes. I started the engine and drove off. Tears streamed endlessly down my cheeks, but I kept wiping them away as I followed the navigation toward the address Serena had sent to me. When i reach the mansion, I switched off the engine and sat there for a moment, gripping the steering wheel as another tear slid down my face. Taking a shaky breath, I stepped out of the car and walked toward the mansion. The electronic door asked for a passcode. With trembling fingers, I typed 0613. The door unlocked immediately. My heart broke all over again. She was telling the truth. As i walked inside the living room, Luke's jacket lay carelessly over the couch. His wristwatch rested on the coffee table. Beside them...Serena's lingerie. Barely able to breathe, I climbed the staircase. Every step felt heavier than the last. When I reached the first bedroom, I found the door locked. Then I heard them. "Does it hurt... fuck..." "It isn't your first time," Luke's voice said from inside. "Relax and let me do it properly." "I love you, Luke!" Serena cried. A brief silence followed. Then his voice came again. "I love you more than anything." Everything inside me shattered, so I turned to leave. Whatever love I still had for him died behind that locked door. I drove aimlessly until I found a bar. The moment I walked inside, I ordered four bottles of liquor. I didn't ask for a glass, with anger I drank straight from the bottles, hoping each swallow would numb the pain clawing at my chest. When I finished the last bottle, I somehow managed to call Fiona. She arrived only minutes later. "When did you get here?" I slurred, struggling to focus on her face. "Bella..." she whispered, kneeling beside me. "You're drunk. What happened? Where's Luke?" A bitter laugh escaped my lips. "I heard him..." I whispered. "With my own ears." Tears blurred my vision again. "He told her he loved her... while they were together." Fiona looked stunned. "Maybe there's some misunderstanding. Maybe you should calm down first…" "There is no misunderstanding!" I snapped, my voice cracking. "I want a divorce." She stared at me in shock. "Help me prepare the divorce papers. Send them to me as soon as they're ready." "Bella..." she said softly. "Luke has always been a good husband. I can't believe he'd do something like this. Please don't make such a huge decision while you're hurting. Once those papers are signed...there's no going back." I slowly shook my head. "I'm done." The words came out barely above a whisper. "He can have his best friend." I swallowed the lump of jealousy in my throat before forcing out the final words. "I will never stay married to a man that cheated on me, ever.”(Bella’s POV)By the time the business gala finally came to an end, my cheeks ached from smiling. The kind of deep, muscle-deep ache that comes from holding an expression that no longer belongs to you. I had lost count of how many businessmen, celebrities, and investors had approached us throughout the night, offering congratulations on our “engagement.” Every few minutes another pair of eyes would light up with excitement, another hand would reach for a photograph, another glass would be raised in a toast to our supposed future. The words “beautiful couple” and “perfect match” floated around us like perfume—sweet, expensive, and completely false.It was exhausting in a way that went beyond tired feet or sore cheeks. It was the exhaustion of performing a life that wasn’t mine.The moment we stepped out of the lobby into the cooler night air, I kicked off my heels with a quiet, almost desperate sigh of relief. The concrete felt blessedly solid under my bare feet.“Oh, thank God.”
(Luke’s POV)I wished I could tell her that I had wanted divorce for longer than I was willing to admit. That no amount of time or effort or shared history would ever make me stop loving the woman who left. That we could never work, not really, no matter how many years we stacked on top of the original crack.But the words stayed locked behind my teeth.Part of me still didn’t know how to let go of Serena. She had been my constant when everything else collapsed. She had been kind when I was broken. And another, colder part of me whispered the practical fear I hated myself for even thinking: that she might outsmart me in a courtroom, that she could take half of everything I had built, that the life I had carefully constructed could be carved up and handed over. And deeper than that fear was the simple, human reluctance to hurt her any more than I already was.So I stood there in the small bathroom with the fluorescent light buzzing softly overhead, her tears soaking into my shirt,
(Luke’s POV)I couldn’t take it anymore. The air in the living room had grown thick, heavy with the weight of everything left unsaid, everything I had been swallowing for five years. Every breath felt like it scraped against the raw edges inside my chest. I stood up so abruptly the chair scraped hard against the floor. My hands were already trembling. I walked straight to the washroom without looking at anyone, without answering the concerned glance I could feel on my back. The door shut behind me with a soft click that somehow sounded final.I braced both hands on the cold porcelain of the sink and stared at my own reflection. The man looking back at me looked wrecked—eyes red-rimmed, jaw locked so tight it ached, a single tear already tracking down one cheek before I could stop it. I hated that tear. I hated how easily it came whenever the thought of her slipped past the walls I had spent half a decade building.Just as the door shut behind me, it opened again. Serena stepped
(Luke’s POV)“Of course I'll marry you,” Bella said, her voice trembling with emotion as she smiled down at Aiden.The words echoed through the ballroom.For a brief second everything around me went silent. The applause that erupted after her answer sounded distant, almost as if I were underwater. Guests rose from their seats, cheering and congratulating them while cameras flashed relentlessly around the newly engaged couple.I couldn’t hear any of it. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t even blink.My eyes remained fixed on Bella as Aiden gently slipped the diamond ring onto her finger—the same finger that had once worn my wedding ring.A painful lump formed in my throat.It has been five years since she walked out of my life, yet seeing another man place a ring on her finger hurt just as much as the day I watched her leave. Maybe even more. Because this time it felt final.I had always believed there would be another chance. Another conversation. Another opportunity to tell her how
(Bella's POV)When the song reached its climax, Aiden suddenly dipped me backward without warning.A gasp swept through the ballroom.Camera flashes exploded around us.“Aiden!” I whispered through my laughter, clinging to his shoulder. “You absolute maniac. Warn a girl next time!”He slowly pulled me upright again, looking far too pleased with himself. “What? You looked amazing. The photographers needed content. I provided content. You’re welcome, my love.”“You planned that.” I shake my head at him.“I absolutely did. I’ve been waiting all night for the perfect moment to make you look like a movie heroine and myself like a slightly overconfident supporting character.”“Show-off.” I scoffed at him.“You looked amazing. Say it again and I’ll buy you dessert later.” he whispered and blew me a kiss.I shook my head, trying not to laugh anymore. “You’re the worst best friend in the history of best friends.”“And yet still the only one currently dipping you in public. Rankings are subject
(Bella’s POV)The soft melody of a live orchestra drifted through the grand ballroom, replacing the quiet chatter of business discussions. Crystal chandeliers sparkled overhead while executives, investors, celebrities, and influential families mingled with glasses of champagne in their hands. The atmosphere became elegant, sophisticated, and filled with laughter until the master of ceremonies stepped onto the stage.“Ladies and gentlemen,” he announced with a bright smile, "thank you all for joining us today. Before we continue with the rest of the day, we'd like to invite every couple onto the dance floor for our traditional gala dance.”Applause echoed across the room.I instinctively looked at Aiden.He was already looking at me.No, I shake my head at him, I don't even feel like dancing. A mischievous smile spread across his handsome face before he stood from his chair and stretched his hand toward me with an exaggerated flourish."My beautiful girlfriend," he said, executing
Bella's POV On the night of our first wedding anniversary, I received a notification from an unknown number—a video of my husband and his female best friend kissing. My heart shattered into a million pieces as I watched it over and over again. No matter how many times I replayed it, the scene rem
Luke’s POV (A few days later) I pulled up to Serena’s mansion again after another long day, my mansion feeling more like a trap than a home these days. Bella’s texts and missed calls sat unread on my phone. Every time I thought about responding, that image from the bar flashes back and it hurts
I stood there for a long second, staring at Bella, her words hung between us heavily, twisting the knife of betrayal even deeper into my chest. Everything we had built, every promise, every late night where I chose her over and over, all felt like it was crumbling right in front of me. “Fine,” I
He sighed quietly, then guided me forward again as though silence was simply another form of obedience, and I let myself be moved because resisting required energy I no longer had. “Sit,” he said, pulling out a chair for me at a table that had been arranged with obsessive precision, petals formin







