On the day of their fourth wedding anniversary, Emily Turner asked Ethan Taylor for a divorce.

"You want a divorce just because I spent the day with my sister-in-law instead of you?" Ethan frowned, clearly confused. "Emily, we’ve been together eight years."

Emily just gave a quiet "Yeah," and said, "There are a lot of reasons. This one just tipped it."

Last night, she had the housekeeper cook a nice dinner, grabbed fresh flowers, and even picked out a gift, all set for a cozy anniversary evening with him.

It had been their tradition for four years—this special day was always just for the two of them.

Emily even slipped into a brand-new lingerie set she’d just bought.

But the second she started undressing, Ethan’s phone rang.

A woman’s sobbing voice came through the speaker.

He immediately stopped, got out of bed, and headed for the bathroom.

She could hear the water running while she lay there, skin slightly flushed.

When he finally came out, she just looked at him and asked, "Can you not go?"Ethan Taylor had already buttoned up his shirt, his sharp-featured face carrying a hint of seriousness. “Noah’s running a fever, I’ll check on him for a bit—won’t be long,” he said.

As soon as the words left his mouth, he walked out. That night, Emily Turner waited up for him, but he never came back.

She stayed up until dawn, only to receive a message from Anna Loftus.

There was a photo—Ethan sitting by the hospital bed, holding Noah gently in his arms, his eyes soft and full of care. Anyone would’ve thought he was looking at his own son.

Underneath the photo came a follow-up message from Anna:

Anna: “Sis, go to bed first. Ethan’s really worried about Noah. Maybe it’s ‘cause he flew all the way abroad to be with me when I gave birth. He treats Noah like his own. He’s not coming home tonight.”

Emily read that message over and over, just staring blankly, her eyes filled with disbelief.

He was with her… during the delivery?

Back then, Ethan’s older brother had suddenly passed away. Anna used that as a reason to go overseas, saying she needed time to grieve. Not long after, she found out she was pregnant and chose to have the baby abroad.

Now Emily remembered—right around the time Anna was due, Ethan kept taking business trips.

So he wasn’t traveling for work... he was there for the birth?Tears streamed down her face, dripping onto the phone screen. She shut her eyes tightly, overwhelmed.

So, he’d been looking after Anna and her son since way back then.

No wonder that every single time something happened on Anna’s side, all it took was a call—he’d drop everything and rush over.

The excuse he'd always given her was, "Noah’s the only kid my big brother left behind. Since he’s gone, it’s on me to step in. You get that, right, Emily?"

She used to tell herself the same—he was just doing the right thing, being there for family.

But today, she just couldn’t take it anymore.

Was he really doing all this for Noah’s sake... or was it for Anna? Who could even tell?

Emily opened the drawer and pulled out the divorce papers she’d kept there for a while.

Just before stepping out, her eyes landed on the wedding photo hanging on the wall. She was smiling so brightly in it, like nothing could ever go wrong.

Four years of dating. Four years of marriage. And now, it was all ending with a divorce.