My Husband Forgot Me, Remembered His First Love, but She Was the One Who Truly Suffered
Chapter 9
glanced at the wedding photo on the counter. I was so sure that his gaze once carried love for me. But how did it come to this? Was there really no trace left of the love we shared? I couldn't accept it, so I started searching through the bedroom.
Our life together had always been simple, maybe too simple. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't find anything that truly stood out as evidence of our love.
Feeling defeated, I sank to the floor. My gaze fell on a small box tucked away on top of the wardrobe.
I climbed onto a chair, pulled it down, and opened it. Inside were two movie tickets and two concert tickets dated July 10 and August 20, two years ago.
Chris' words from the hospital came rushing back. They had watched movies and gone to concerts together. It hit me like a punch. Those dates were during the first year of our marriage.
With the tickets in hand, I headed straight to the hospital, anger simmering inside me. The moment I saw Chris, I tossed the tickets at her.
"Explain this. Why were you doing these things with Saul right after we got married?"
She looked at me, confused. When she glanced at the tickets, realization dawned. She stared at them in silence, her head lowered. It seemed like she didn't know what to say.
I felt like I was going to explode with anger. Unanswered questions swirled in my mind, driving me to the brink. My nerves throbbed, and the pain in my head felt unbearable.
"I've always been honest and fair in this marriage. I have never done anything to wrong you. Why would you do this to me?"
We had been friends for so many years, always open and honest with each other. I couldn't understand how she could act this way. The busy hospital corridor seemed to weigh on her. Unable to endure the stares any longer, her voice trembled.
"I never did those things with Saul," she said.
I frowned slightly, watching as she continued.
"It wasn't me, Zara.
"It was you."
The moment the words left her mouth, a deafening roar filled my ears.
I stared at Chris, clutching the tickets with such conviction.