On our anniversary night, I stood in my finest dress, surrounded by candlelight and a carefully prepared dinner, only to receive a call from Thomas saying he was en route to an unexpected business trip—forgetting entirely what day it was. Disheartened but determined, I tried salvaging the evening until a mysterious cake arrived at my door, bearing a chilling message: “It’s time to get divorced!” Moments later,
a call from my mother-in-law hinted at a surprise ring I never received, and suggested I fly out to surprise Thomas. Fueled by suspicion, I did just that—only to discover not Thomas, but a beautiful stranger in his hotel room, and shockingly, Gloria herself sipping champagne in the bathroom. Gloria, with unsettling calmness, revealed her plan to replace me with a model named Alicia, having baked the ominous cake herself and orchestrated the entire setup.