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On the day we took our wedding photos, Alfie Richards's secretary said she wanted to feel what it was like to be a bride. He claimed to refuse her. Yet while I wasn't paying attention, he still let her quietly change into my wedding dress and take a photo with him. That day, among nearly a thousand pictures, only one stood out. In that single frame, the way he looked at her was focused and heartbreakingly tender. That was also the day I finally understood that Alfie didn't love me anymore. That night, I deleted every photo and asked for a breakup. At three in the morning, his secretary sent me a voice message on his behalf. "Miss Simpson," she said softly, "Mr. Richards wants to know if it's really worth breaking up over just one photo?"