In the seventh year of my love and death, he met a woman he really liked.

My A-list actor husband and I were a picture-perfect couple, but it was all an act.

In public, he adored me, even throwing punches for me when other guys got too close.

Behind closed doors, he hated my guts, keeping a beautiful young mistress on the side.

He wore matching wedding rings with her. He called her his "good wife."

His friends even called her, "sister-in-law."

I didn’t cry or make a fuss. I just quietly deleted the old texts where he’d promised to love me forever.

We were each other's first love, entangled for years.