"Mrs. Winters, the moment you press this confirmation key, the 'Ghost Protocol' will initiate immediately. Your entire digital footprint, bank accounts, and even your medical records will be thoroughly erased within two weeks. In this era of big data, you will become a truly invisible person." Elena's fingers tightened slightly around the phone. Then, she took a deep breath, her voice as calm as a stagnant lake. "That is exactly what I need. I hope that in this world, no one will ever be able to find me again." The voice on the other end paused for a few seconds, seemingly gauging her resolve, before finally replying, "Understood, Mrs. Winters. Or rather, the soon-to-be reborn Miss Bennett. The procedures will take effect in two weeks. Good luck." Hanging up, Elena tossed her phone onto the sofa and turned to look at the Manhattan nightscape beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. On the massive wall-mounted television in the living room, a grand architectural awards ceremony was being broadcast live. Under the spotlight, Sebastian Winters, clad in a bespoke handmade suit, was hoisting the Pritzker Architecture Prize trophy—the highest honor in the field. He was breathtakingly handsome; the passage of time had only made him appear more mature and captivating. "This 'Elena Tower,'" Sebastian said into the microphone, his gaze locked affectionately on the camera lens, "is the work into which I have poured my life's blood. It is named after my wife because she is my muse, the sanctuary of my soul. Without Elena, there would be no Sebastian today." Applause thundered from the audience, and camera flashes erupted like a frenzy of lightning. Online, hashtags about "The Winters' Divine Love" instantly shot to the top of the Twitter trending list. The broadcast cut to an interview outside the venue. A young reporter stopped a passing couple. "Do you know about the tower Mr. Sebastian designed for his wife?" The girl covered her mouth in excitement. "Of course! That's the tallest residential building in New York. I heard the rooftop sky garden is planted full of Mrs. Winters' favorite white roses! Oh my god, Sebastian is simply the perfect husband created by God himself. If a man loved me like that, I'd die happy!" Her boyfriend smiled bitterly beside her. "Don't get your hopes up. You can't fake that kind of deep affection. I heard that when Mrs. Winters was caught in a fire while studying in Paris, Sebastian rushed into the flames to save her and got a scar on his back for it. That kind of life-and-death love isn't something us mortals can envy." On the screen, Sebastian's soulful confession played on a loop, but Elena felt only a churning nausea in her stomach. She picked up the remote and turned off the TV. Not just because of the hypocritical vows, but because she had noticed the tie clip on Sebastian's tie—it wasn't the one she had paired for him this morning. It was an exaggerated serpentine tie clip, exactly Mia Fox's style. Mia, the new chief interior designer at Sebastian's firm: young, flamboyant, like a ball of wild fire. Three months ago, when Elena went to the firm to deliver lunch, she found a misplaced pearl earring in Sebastian's lounge. Sebastian explained that a client had left it. Elena believed him. Until last week, when she found a Polaroid photo in the crevice of the passenger seat of his Aston Martin. In the photo, Sebastian was shirtless, and Mia was wearing his white dress shirt. The two were kissing passionately in the unfinished penthouse of the "Elena Tower." On the back of the photo was a line of elegant handwriting: "This is our Eden, nothing to do with that old woman." In that moment, Elena's world collapsed. She had thought Sebastian was different. He had been the poor student who queued for three hours in a rainstorm to buy her art supplies, the dream-builder who swore to construct a castle for her. To help him achieve his dreams, the talented Elena had abandoned her own career as a painter, willingly becoming the shadow behind him, correcting his blueprints and managing his social connections. Now, the castle was built, but another princess had moved in. Elena walked to the desk and took out a divorce agreement she had printed long ago. She didn't cry; her tears had run dry on the night she found the photo. She picked up a fountain pen and signed the name she had once been so proud of at the bottom—Elena Bennett. After signing, she found a black velvet gift box, folded the agreement neatly inside, and tied it with a dark red ribbon. The sound of the door lock turning echoed. Sebastian was back. He entered bringing a chill from the outside air and the faint scent of champagne. Seeing Elena standing in the living room, he immediately flashed that trademark gentle smile. "Elena, I'm sorry I'm back late. I really couldn't get out of the celebration banquet." He walked over, intending to hug her. "Did you see the livestream? That trophy is dedicated to you." As he drew near, a scent mixed with Chanel No. 5 pierced Elena's nostrils. That was Mia's favorite perfume. Elena took a subtle half-step back, avoiding his embrace. "Congratulations, Sebastian." Her voice was very light. Sebastian paused, seemingly sensing her coldness, but he quickly masked it, pulling an exquisite jewelry box from his pocket. "Don't be mad, darling. Look, this is a sapphire brooch I bid on specifically for you. Only this is worthy of your elegance." It was a vintage-style brooch, certainly expensive, but Elena recognized at a glance that it wasn't her style at all. She never wore such complicated jewelry. It was likely something Mia had picked over, or perhaps something bought casually to cover his guilt. Elena took the box, set it casually on the table, and then handed him the black gift box containing the divorce agreement. "This is for you." Sebastian's eyes lit up. "A return gift? Elena, you're always so thoughtful." He reached out to untie the ribbon. "Don't move." Elena pressed down on his hand, her gaze looking straight into his eyes. "Two weeks. Two weeks from now is our tenth wedding anniversary. Open it then." Sebastian breathed a sigh of relief, smiling as he kissed the back of her hand. "Alright, I'll listen to you. This must be a huge surprise; I'll be counting down the days." He casually picked up a sticky note from the table, wrote "10th Anniversary Surprise" on it, and stuck it to the box. "Elena, as long as it's from you, I'll love whatever it is." Elena looked at his hypocritical yet handsome face, feeling a desolate wasteland in her heart. "Sebastian, I hope that when the time comes, you really will 'love' this gift."