I thought love could survive anything.

I was wrong.

Everything seemed perfect — until Sophie moved to a big real estate company.

She started to change: coming home late, glued to her phone all night, and being cold to me.

I suspected, but had no proof.

Then one day, I accidentally saw her text messages to a man, full of love words.

When I confronted her, she didn’t deny it, but just said coldly:

“I love someone else. Let’s get a divorce.”