The Concert That Ended My Marriage

Synopsis

When I won first place in the race, my husband, Edward Grant, wasn't on the podium to celebrate with me. My agent, Wendy, told me he was at someone's concert. She shoved a video in front of me. "Look, his eyes are practically popping out." Edward was sitting in the audience, and his gaze locked onto the woman playing the piano on stage. There was a tenderness in his eyes that I'd never seen before. I looked down and called Edward. He hung up almost instantly, and right after, I got a text from him: [I'm busy.] The first time I asked him to come to watch my race, he also told me he was busy. In the past five years, I'd raced almost a thousand times, big or small. No matter my birthday or our anniversary, he never showed up. The excuse was always the same: he was busy. Even my friends joked that Edward Grant, the richest guy in Huautor, had time that was worth more than gold. Even though he was always so busy, he somehow found three whole hours to sit through someone else's concert. But when it came to me, he barely took three seconds to shoot me a short reply. I held my tears back. Then I left a comment under the video, seriously asking, [Can someone tell me why Edward is so obsessed with her concert?]