Love Faded, I Choose Myself

Synopsis

On my birthday, my husband took our son to see his first love, and they were gone far longer than expected. After multiple calls, our son finally picked up. "Mom, enough already. We're in the middle of dinner. Can you just relax?" he snapped. It was well past midnight when they finally returned, bringing a mango cake with them. My husband said impatiently, "Why make such a fuss? We didn't forget to get you a birthday cake." I smiled bitterly without a word—they had forgotten I was allergic to mangoes.