"Ms. Grant, we've arranged everything for the fake death service you've booked with us. Here's the agreement. Please sign here." Louise Grant glanced at the agreement pushed in front of her. [Client: Louise Grant. Cause of death: Cliff fall, wild animal attack, no remains. Date of death: One week from today.] One week from today marked her and Curtis Irwin's fifth wedding anniversary. It was also the day she had chosen to stage her death and leave him. They had started on that date, so it seemed fitting for it to end on the same day. After signing the agreement, she walked out and noticed a news broadcast playing Curtis Irwin's interview on a large screen. The host asked, "Mr. Irwin, you're so young and accomplished. What's your secret to success?" Curtis lifted his left hand, pointing to the wedding ring on his finger. "The secret is, I have an amazing wife." The host blinked in surprise. "Huh? I thought you'd share some insights about the industry's future or your strategic planning." "None of that matters. All the wealth I have combined isn't worth a single strand of my wife's hair." "Your wife must be so lucky..." On screen, Curtis checked his watch, then smiled at the camera. "Sorry, I need to pause the interview for a moment. The time’s just right, and I’d like to use your live broadcast to say something to my wife." "Of course, Mr. Irwin, go ahead." Curtis's voice softened. "Louise, I just had someone deliver brown sugar ginger tea to you. It should arrive soon. Drink it and get some rest. When I get home after work, I'll give you a massage." A group of women gathered around the screen, collectively letting out envious sighs. "Who is this Mrs. Irwin? She must be something special to have a man like him so devoted." "He's so sweet and loving. I'm jealous to death!" Louise heard their murmurs, a cacophony of admiration filling her ears. But she, the subject of their envy, simply curled her lips in mockery. Everyone thought she must have saved the galaxy in her previous life to marry a man like Curtis Irwin, a once-in-a-lifetime gem. She used to think so, too. But no one knew Curtis had been keeping another woman on the side. For four and a half of the five years they had been married, Curtis had been with her. Every time he claimed to be on a business trip, he was actually with that woman, indulging in debauchery and passion. Louise still remembered the first time she saw those videos. It felt like her heart had been pierced by a thousand needles, pulled out, and stabbed again. By the end, it was a tattered, broken mess. She also remembered how, as a child, she had been bullied at school. Curtis had stood in front of her, fiercely defending her against her tormentors. He had told her, "Don't be afraid. I'll protect you from now on." And then there was the time they were driving and a large truck lost control, careening toward them. Curtis's first instinct had been to shield her, throwing himself over her. He ended up in the hospital for half a year, nearly becoming a vegetable. When he woke up, his first question to the nurse was, "Is Louise okay?" When the nurse confirmed she was fine, he sighed in relief. "As long as Louise is okay, nothing else matters." From that moment, Louise had fallen completely in love with the man who was willing to put his life on the line to protect her. She couldn’t understand how Curtis could love her and yet shamelessly share a bed with another woman. Was it true, then? That men could separate love and lust? Louise touched the wedding ring on her finger before pulling it off. She passed a disabled beggar on the street, his bowl holding just a few coins. She walked over and placed the ring in his bowl. "Sell this. The money will be enough for you to buy a house and start a small business." The beggar thanked her profusely. She had understated its value. The ring was a custom design by a foreign jeweler, and the diamond alone was worth millions. But she didn’t want it anymore. If a wedding ring symbolized love and fidelity, hers was now worthless. Her phone rang. It was Curtis. "Louise, where are you? The delivery person said you're not home." He sounded anxious, almost as if he truly cared. "I just went out for a walk," she replied nonchalantly. "Where are you? I’ll come get you right now." "No need. I’m heading back." "No, you're on your period today. I’m worried." Curtis arrived in less than five minutes. He got out of the car, quickly draped his jacket over her shoulders, and pulled her into his arms. "Why are you dressed so lightly? You’ll catch a chill on your period." Louise tilted her head up to look at him, noticing several fresh red kiss marks near his collarbone. There were even faint bite marks. He reeked of another woman’s perfume. So, before his interview today, he had come straight from the woman's bed. Curtis stroked her hand, his fingers brushing against hers. Suddenly, he froze. "Louise, where’s your ring?"