His First Love Took My Honeymoon

Synopsis

On my wedding day, my fiancé ditched me to help his "first love" find her daughter. I smiled and said, "Go ahead, it's fine." Because I'd said it countless times before. The anniversary dinner went cold. I said it's fine. I ate the birthday cake alone. I said it's fine. Left stranded in the suburbs during a downpour, I said it's fine. Those words were the mask I welded onto myself. Once I said them, I gained the superpower of being invulnerable. But later, my fiancé still casually told me to be understanding, promising he'd make it up to me with another grand wedding. Instead, he took his "first love" to the very honeymoon resort I'd booked. She had her arm around my fiancé, and he held her daughter in his arms. She said, "Grateful for this encounter." I knew that this time, I couldn't say "it's fine." I had to say, "Goodbye."