My wife gave away the limited-edition couple's watch I'd spent months scrambling to get—my fifth wedding anniversary gift to her—to her childhood sweetheart.

"It's just a watch," she said dismissively. "I gave it away, so what?"

"We've been childhood sweethearts since we were kids. He's given me way more stuff over the years. You're being so petty."

Heartbroken, I asked for a divorce.

She stared at me in disbelief. "Are you crazy? Getting a divorce over something so trivial!"

I replied calmly, "Yes. Over something so trivial."

……

In two days, it would be mine and Li Ranran's fifth wedding anniversary. For once, she'd cooked dinner.

In five years of marriage, she'd barely stepped foot in the kitchen.

Watching me eat happily, she casually mentioned, "Oh, by the way, I gave that watch to Fu Sizhe."

My grip on my chopsticks tightened. Suddenly, the food in my mouth felt impossible to swallow—stuck in my throat, choking me. My face flushed with discomfort.

Li Ranran quickly poured me a glass of water, her brows furrowed in annoyance.

"You're an adult, and you still choke on food?"

I grabbed the glass and chugged two sips, forcing down the suffocating feeling in my chest.

I'd waited six months to pre-order that watch. It was a limited-edition new release, and I'd had to fight to get one.

That watch meant something to me. I'd thought that if she wore it every day, it would be like having me by her side.

Each account could only snag one, so I'd bought the second one from a scalper at a sky-high price—just to have a matching couple's set with her.

She picked up some bamboo shoots, my favorite, and said, "I remember you bought two. Give me the other one; I need a new watch anyway."

The suffocating anger surged back, like a fish bone stuck in my throat.

Even my favorite dish now tasted like sawdust. I stared at her steadily.

"Li Ranran, this is our fifth anniversary gift."

She brushed me off while eating. "Ugh, it's just a watch. I gave it away—end of story."

I laughed bitterly. Right, they were childhood sweethearts. It was just a gift.

I struggled to hold back the bitterness in my heart.

"It's a limited edition. They'll never make it again. I pre-ordered it six months ago because you said you liked it, and I paid a fortune for the second one."

I'd hoped that once she heard that, she'd at least understand how much effort I'd put in—feel a little guilty.

But all she said was, "It's just a watch. Fu Sizhe has given me way more expensive things since we were kids."

I lost all appetite and didn't want to say another word.

Ever since Fu Sizhe came back, there had been no room for me in Li Ranran's heart.

She finished eating, wiped her mouth, and said, "Clean this up. I need to reply to A Zhe's messages—he sent them ages ago."

With that, she grabbed her phone and went to the living room, completely ignoring my pale face.

And of course, she didn't notice how cold my heart had become.

Glancing back at Li Ranran, who was smiling brightly as she chatted away, I took out my phone and silently canceled the flower and cake orders I'd placed for our anniversary.