"Miss Whitmore, are you certain you wish to proceed with identity erasure? Once confirmed, all your social connections will be permanently severed. No one will be able to contact you again." Annabelle's fingers trembled slightly, yet she pressed the confirmation button without hesitation. "I want to disappear completely." The sound of keyboard clicks came through the phone. "Understood, Miss Whitmore. The erasure process will take fifteen business days. Please be patient." Hanging up, she immediately booked a flight to Iceland—where eternal glaciers could bury her shattered love. The television looped Prosperity Group's press conference. Sebastian Kingsley stood impeccably tailored under spotlights, presenting the world with the "Adoration" diamond ring. Its rare pink diamond refracted dreamlike hues under the lights. "This ring is for the love of my life," he declared to the cameras, his voice dripping with devotion. "Just as its name suggests, I'll forever adore my Annabelle." Social media exploded instantly. The hashtag #SebastianKingsleyWifeGuy trended for three days straight. During a random street interview, a girl in school uniform gushed incoherently: "Mr. Kingsley is literally the perfect husband! Last time Annabelle casually mentioned craving cherries, he chartered a plane to transport an entire orchard!" Annabelle switched off the TV, acid churning in her stomach. How ironic. Four years ago during her kidney failure, this man had donated his organ without hesitation. On the operating table, he'd clutched her hand, whispering, "My life is yours." Now those same vows were being pledged to another woman. The printer hummed, spitting out three pages of divorce papers. She signed her name stroke by stroke, each pen mark carving deeper into her heart. The door lock clicked. Swiftly, she stuffed the documents into a velvet gift box, tying it with emerald ribbon. "Darling, I'm home!" Sebastian burst in, his black overcoat damp with night dew. Kneeling, he presented a ring box. "The factory had issues today, but I promised you a one-of-a-kind anniversary gift." His collar gaped open, revealing fresh bite marks on his collarbone. Annabelle dug her nails into her palms, refusing to let tears fall. "I have a gift for you too," she offered the meticulously wrapped box, "but you can't open it until two weeks later." Sebastian's eyes sparkled like constellations. Immediately, he scribbled on a sticky note: From my beloved wife—open December 25th, adding a lopsided heart. "I'll livestream the unboxing," he declared boyishly, stashing the box in their safe. "Let the whole world see how much my wife adores me." Watching his retreating figure, Annabelle touched her wedding band. It still held residual warmth—like their love, soon to turn cold. In fifteen days, when Sebastian opened that box, the world would learn— The fairest love stories often hide the ugliest truths.