Chapter 1

Everyone knew A-list actor Liam and rising star Scarlett were smitten with each other.

He spent her birthdays with her, showered her with gifts, and protected her career in Hollywood.

Their romance was an open secret, just waiting for them to make it official.

Until my private blog was dug up, filled with my sweet daily life with Liam.

In an instant, the internet exploded with insults:

"Where did this wild hen come from? Not famous, just chasing clout."

"Delusional fangirl, back off! Get lost!"

But then Liam commented on my post:

"Willow, please come back. Can we start over?"

I can't go back, Liam.

I'm already dead.

[June 24, 2024, Sunny.

Liam, I don't like the gift you gave me for our tenth wedding anniversary. I'm still mad. It'll take ten kisses to make it up to me.]

It was a necklace, from one of my favorite niche designers.

I loved her philosophy. She said things weren't meaningful unless they were one-of-a-kind.

So she only ever made one of each piece, just one, absolutely irreplaceable.

I’d always wanted a piece of her work.

I once showed Liam a bracelet, telling him how much I loved it.

He rested his chin in his hand, gazing at me tenderly. "Your husband will buy it for you. Whatever my Willow desires, I'll get it for her."

The memory was still so vivid, yet today, he'd given me a necklace.

Not the bracelet I’d been dreaming of.

Disappointment gnawed at my already upset stomach, and the pain made me irritable.

I put down the necklace, looked into his eyes, and asked,

"Why isn't it the bracelet?"

His expression faltered for a second, but he quickly covered it.

"I'm sorry, Willow," he said with a regretful tone. "I got there too late. That bracelet was already sold."

"This necklace is beautiful too. You'll look especially stunning wearing it."

I stared into his feigned calm eyes, and a bitter smile touched my lips.

Liam.

Liam.

I never wear necklaces. Had he forgotten?

After everything that happened, how could I ever dare to wear a necklace?

That night, Liam held me in bed.

He softly kissed the back of my neck, as if showering me with endless affection.

"Willow, happy tenth wedding anniversary."

In the darkness, I gave a mocking smirk.

Liam, today isn't our tenth wedding anniversary.

Yesterday was.