Perhaps to outsiders, they did seem like a perfect couple.
But only Nicole knew that the so-called love had crumbled beyond repair two years ago.
After ten years with Tristan, surviving the so-called “seven-year itch” and eventually tying the knot, she truly believed they were destined to grow old together.
That belief shattered the moment she saw Tristan walk into a hotel room, passionately kissing a rising starlet, Lisa Evans.
She recognized the woman—a rising celebrity whose youth, beauty, and enviable physique had captured the public’s attention.
Rumor had it that she was also exceptionally skilled in bed.
The thrill between Nicole and Tristan had faded with time. He was already seeking new excitement, while she had remained in place, clinging to the past.
But this time, she wouldn’t hold on to their rotting love any longer.
When Nicole returned home, the deliveryman arrived with a package.
When she opened it, she discovered a painting by a renowned international artist—a portrait depicting the two of them together.
Nicole stared at the painting of the two of them, seemingly in love, and found it utterly laughable.
She grabbed a pair of scissors, cut her section of the portrait, crumpled it into a ball, and tossed it into the trash.
She casually rewrapped the remaining part of the painting and set it aside.
When Tristan returned, his eyes immediately landed on the package.
“Nicky, is that our painting? Let me take a look.”
Nicole stopped him. “Wait until our anniversary to open it.”
“Alright.”
Tristan buried his face in her long hair, wrapping her tightly in his arms.
“Whatever you say, darling. I missed you so much after just one day of not seeing you.”
