I was amused, thinking that he made it such a mysterious thing as he prepared a birthday gift for me.
Then my birthday came.
Everyone was setting off fireworks by the seaside for celebration.
Paisley White accidentally fell into the water.
George was the first to rush over. He jumped into the sea and saved her.
His subconscious anxiety and impulsive actions.
I, who had been expecting a surprise, stopped smiling at such a scene.
At night...
George fell asleep.
I walked barefoot to the study and tried a new password.
This time, it opened.
The password was Paisley's birthday.
There was no surprise I wanted in the secret compartment. Instead, it was a yellowed diary.
George wrote a diary at the age of eighteen.
Opening the first page, I found his elegant and lively handwriting. Every word on it was telling the bitterness and hardship of unrequited love.
The person he secretly loved was Paisley.
I silently closed the diary and secretly took it away.
In our seven-year marriage, I always thought that George loved me to the bone.
That was why he tried his best to heal me from the hurt of my previous relationship.