"Congratulations, Ms. Vance. Your permanent residency for Finland has been approved. Do you wish to maintain your current citizenship?"

Hearing the agent's question, she shook her head, her tone firm.

"No, please cancel it for me."

The agent clarified, "I must inform you, Ms. Vance."

"Once the cancellation process begins, all your past information and records will be erased."

"This is irreversible. If you are certain, please sign here."

He presented a cancellation form. Seraphina Vance didn't hesitate for a second, signing her name with a steady hand.

She drove aimlessly through the city until the evening lights began to glow.

Only then did Seraphina steer her car back toward downtown. On the massive screen in Times Square, a clip from the hottest new reality TV special about celebrity couples was playing.

While stopped at a red light, the screen showed Damian Blackwood's most famous romantic moment.

The video was from the Architect of the Year Gala. Damian, not yet thirty, had just won the highest honor. But in his moment of glory, he looked anything but happy. Instead, he seemed anxious as he rushed off the stage.

A reporter with a live camera caught him, asking why he was in such a hurry.

He looked surprised by the camera, then shyly explained, "I have to go propose tonight. She's always on time, and if I'm late, she might say no. That would be a disaster."

"There will be countless Architect of the Year galas in the future, but a proposal only happens once."

"Oh my god, what kind of fairytale love is this? I'm so obsessed."

On the screen, Damian's gaze was determined, his words confident.

His speech made two young women standing on the sidewalk clasp their hands together, overcome with envy and excitement.

"Damian must be crazy in love with Seraphina Vance! This is the Architect of the Year Gala, with all the biggest names in the industry, and he just walked out."

"That's nothing! The romantic things Damian has done for her are countless. He saw her for the first time at a fashion show when she was nineteen, and from then on, Damian was in the front row of every show she walked. She mentioned she liked emeralds, so he spent seventy million at an auction on a complete emerald jewelry set just to see her smile. They weren't even a couple back then! The internet went crazy. How can a man this perfect even exist?"

A car horn blared from behind her. Seraphina realized the light had turned green.

She drove away, glancing in the rearview mirror at the backs of the two girls.

The dim light in the car cast shadows on her face, making her expression unreadable.

A cold smirk touched her lips. Perhaps marriage really is the graveyard of love. Once you have it, it's nothing special.

The man who had promised to love her for a lifetime had broken his vow after all, playing a double game behind her back.

In online polls asking, "Who is your ideal husband?" Damian Blackwood always ranked first.

But even the public's choice for the perfect husband couldn't avoid cheating on his wife with some random model.

It turned out that all those nights he claimed a sudden burst of inspiration and rushed to his studio, he was actually tangled up with that seductive woman. She felt as if a hand was squeezing her throat, pushing her deep into the ocean—a chilling, suffocating coldness.

Her phone buzzed again with more photos of her husband in the heat of passion, making her mind go numb.

Damian had professed his love for her countless times. After the last time she rejected him, she had told him, "If you can accept my past, then we can talk about a future."

Seraphina told him she was an orphan who grew up in a traveling circus. The runway goddess he saw was just a homeless, pitiful girl. She was also tied to an astronomically expensive contract. She had no time or desire for love, too afraid of getting hurt.

Hearing this only made Damian adore her more. He promised her, "We'll never speak of the past again. From now on, I will be your sky."

With a wave of his hand, he paid off her massive contract termination fee, setting her free.

She remembered that day, he held up her old contract and said, word for word, "Trust me, the future will only get better."

In that exact moment, her defenses crumbled, and her heart completely surrendered to him.

He couldn't have a conversation without mentioning her. He followed her every move, bought her advertising space, and found her sponsors. Everyone who knew him said he was Seraphina's number one fan, completely obsessed with her.

On their wedding day in Gudvangen, his eyes were filled with tenderness. That loving gaze gave her the illusion that she was his entire world. He said the proudest moment of his life was marrying her, and if he ever betrayed their vows of loyalty, he should be punished by losing his greatest love forever.

Well, his punishment was due. She would change her identity and disappear from his world for good.

A faint redness crept into her eyes as she drove toward the television studio to film today's show.

The moment she stepped backstage, Damian pulled her into a tight embrace. "I called you, but you didn't answer. I told you I'd drive you here tonight, why didn't you listen?"

"Are you trying to worry your husband to death?"

He lowered his gaze to look at her, noticing her pale face and red-rimmed eyes.