My Wife Eloped, So I Went Home and Rose AgainChapter 1
On our wedding night, my wife, Anna Lane, was urgently reassigned to a top-secret research project.
For the next five years, she never returned, contacting the family only through letters.
She said her mission was too demanding and that she carried a heavy responsibility, making it impossible to come home.
But she promised that once there was progress, she would immediately request to bring my father-in-law and me to Springfield for a grand ceremony.
Clinging to this hope, I cared for my father-in-law, who had suffered a stroke, day after day, year after year, tending to his every need.
Until one day, my father-in-law had back pain, and I took him to the hospital for physiotherapy, taking a short break to head to the cafeteria to feed him.
Just as I stepped off the elevator, I saw Anna, heavily pregnant, being supported toward me by her younger sister.
“Sister, if you hadn’t suddenly broken off your engagement and eloped with your childhood sweetheart, pretending to join a classified project, the entire family wouldn’t have had to lie to your husband for five years.”