It was said that before Charlotte left for abroad, she and Sylus were the kind of couple everyone admired. They seemed perfect together.
They attended events hand-in-hand, their connection so strong that those around them whispered about how lucky they were to have found each other so young.
But then, tragedy struck the Hooper family. A devastating accident changed everything, and Charlotte, burdened by her grief, made the difficult decision to leave.
She went abroad, disappearing from the public eye, letting time and distance ease her pain.
Sylus, meanwhile, never involved himself in any scandals or rumors. He kept to himself, stoic and composed.
Those close to the family murmured that he was waiting for her, that he had not given up hope that one day, Charlotte would return.
But when my marriage to Sylus was announced, the past seemed to be forgotten by everyone. The media’s focus shifted to us.
It was as though Charlotte had never existed, and I, naive and blinded by the life I thought we were building, remained blissfully unaware of their history.
My changed attitude was noticed by him, of course, but he never asked why. Maybe he knew, but chose to not care.