Ethan nearly lost his life the night before his college entrance exam. I was the one who stepped in front of him and took that fatal blow.
I lay in a hospital bed for six months because of it, and in return, Ethan swore to me: “For life, for eternity, just the two of us.”
The scar on my back still ached whenever it rained.
The man who once stood at my hospital bed, eyes red with tears, promising to love me forever—
was now thoughtless enough to send me the same flowers for a whole month.
At first, I told myself he was just busy, overworked, that it was a mistake.
But now I wondered—was it really because of work?
Or… was it because another woman liked lilies?
At noon, Ethan called me on video as usual.
“Wife, I had six meetings today, I’m exhausted.”
“I don’t want to work anymore. I just want to come home and cuddle you.”
I didn’t say anything. That morning’s lilies were lying carelessly on the floor.
After eight years together, Ethan quickly noticed something was wrong.
“What’s wrong, wife? Wasn’t Hawaii fun enough? Or was today’s show not entertaining?”
I glanced at the time—1:30. On his desk, I saw some half-eaten Chinese takeout.
His mouth was still full, probably starving,