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The man who never bothered to register our marriage now dared to call me his wife?
I wanted to move my lips to smile but it really hurt so much that the pain drained all my ength.
I felt that I was the only one who had the most regret for staving in this marriage until now
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and for losing this unborn child.
If he had shown his true colors sooner, maybe I wouldn’t have clung so hard.
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The voices outside the operating room door are getting louder and louder and for the first time, Theo got into an argument with someone over me, “Fuck off! Don’t touch me! Where is my
wife? She fell right here in your hospital! Where is she?”
“Sir, calm down! There must be some misunderstanding. The patient undergoing surgery
said her husband… had died,” someone said.
“What nonsense! I am her husband! Her name is Amy. Amy London and she’s my wife!” Theo yelled.
“Please show us your marriage certificate, Sir.”
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I did not know how long the operation was, but it seemed I drifted back five years ago. Theo in my memory was still the quiet reserved man I knew.
In the beginning, Theo’s sincerity shone through every interaction he had with me. Gradually,
our heart grew closer and I chose to stay in the city for his sake.
Mom’s eyes were full of disappointment and heartache when she said, “Amy, have you
thought things through about this matter? When I and Dad go abroad, you’ll be the only one
here.”
Young Theo thumped his chest confidently in front of my parents.
“Don’t worry, Uncle and Auntie. I promise I will make Amy happy. I’ll take care of her even if I have to lay my life on the line. She’ll always be the most important person in my life from this
moment on.”
The scene changed. After graduation, I did not pursue a career. Instead, I became the perfect
homemaker for Theo.
When he worked hard to build his business during the day, I stayed at home to handle everything at home.
While he was networking at events at night, I waited for him to come home at the gate of the neighborhood.
During the toughest times, I survived on instant noodles for six months just to save enough money to help him launch his project.
I even sent photos, that I found at a food delivery app, to my parents abroad so they didn’t worry about me.
This kind of life went on for two years.
Back then, Theo still cared for me. He appreciated my sacrifices and acknowledged my hardships.
Every holiday, he surprised me with inexpensive but thoughtful gifts.
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* He promised that once his company succeeded, he’d make me the happiest woman. We’d have the wedding of my dreams, register our marriage and buy a grand villa as our home. We
would also have an adorable child.
He wanted to prove to my parents that my choice was right.
Though life was hard, those were the happiest days of my life.
Now that Theo’s business has flourished, he was lost to me.
He grew busier while my nights waiting for him grew longer.
Sometimes, I waited all night, only to receive a single text message at dawn. Other times,
there was nothing at all.
He justified it by saying, “Successful men don’t revolve around their wives. It’s normal.”
The promises he made became memories I clung to alone. I spent five years living on empty
words.
After I got pregnant, he likely assumed I would never leave him. That’s when his behavior
got worse.
It was then I realized how insignificant I was to him in front of his friends.
After he got drunk, he boasted about how he married me without spending a dime. How I
cooked, cleaned and was now even carrying his child.
I braced myself and endured his friend’s ridicule. I forced myself to believe that as long as
he stayed, nothing else mattered.
However, when he bought Jenny home, my heart shattered into pieces.
“She’s just my secretary,” he explained. “She’s young, so I treat her like a little sister.
Yet, I couldn’t believe a single word of his lame excuse.
”
When I saw how gentle and thoughtful around her, like a lovestruck boy, I knew my time was
up and I had to leave, but I was not willing to let go.
How could I? I had given him my best years and now, even my unborn child.
How could I willingly let another woman wear the wedding dress I had worked so hard to
make for five years?
So I became the version of myself I despised most, which was a bitter, quarrelsome woman.
I confronted him like a shrew and demanded to know about his relationship with her.
Whatever remained of our love wore out rapidly.
Jenny’s mockery of me at the party that night and his bottomless tolerance, all became the
last straw that crushed the camel’s back.
Mom, I finally understand your words now, but it was too late.
The surgery was not going smoothly.
