Dropped from Heaven

I gave up a vast fortune to be with my boyfriend Terrence.

In our poorest days, we didn't even have a single grain of rice at home.

Terrence went out to fight in underground rings, never surrendering once even when he was beaten black and blue.

With his blood and sweat, he paved the path to our future brick by brick.

In the present, his name was uttered with an undeniable tone of respect, while I was known far and wide as his missus, the woman he treasured above anyone or anything.

One year, when I left the country because of a family emergency, I learned that he even started seeing a therapist due to separation anxiety. Everyone said that Terrence loved me more than life itself, and I had believed it too, wholeheartedly.

Until I stood on our balcony, watching him tightly embracing another woman in the villa next door.

"Even though Tanya is back, the very thought of losing you makes me lose control… I can't live without you, Mia…

"If any other men ever appear by your side, I might just end up killing them…"

His voice was a low rumble, tinged with a sort of unconscious madness.

"B-But what about your wife? Didn't you say that she means more to you than your own life?"

"Well, we just have to keep this hidden better, don't we? I want to always be with you…"

My hand trembled, and I accidentally cut my hand with the fruit knife I was holding, but I felt no pain at all.

To think that just one year apart was enough to shatter thirty years of love and mutual support…

With trembling hands, I picked up my phone and called my mother.

"Mom, I'm feeling homesick… Can you get me a new identity and a one-way ticket out of the country?"

"You can always come home, sweetheart," my mother replied, as caring as ever.

After I hung up, the memories of the past thirty years played in my mind like an old movie, frame by frame.

Back when we were children, still playing in the mud, he had grabbed my hand and promised to marry me when we grew up.

When I was bullied at school, he took on ten kids by himself, shielding me with his battered body and flashing a cheeky grin through the pain. "Don't be scared! No one will ever bully you again!"

In our rental apartment, he worked nonstop—fighting in underground rings, working part-time, and even selling his blood, before tucking each and every cent he made into my hands with care.

"I'll prove to everyone that you made the right choice by picking me."

Later, after he rose to fame and was revered by many, he adopted the habit of going to auctions and winning bids just to please me.

But now, Mia was the one he couldn't live without.

All those memories that I treasured so dearly became knives, slicing back and forth across my heart.

I looked down at my palm, sliced open by the knife. The cut was deep, and blood dripped steadily onto the floor, but I strangely didn't feel a thing.

"Tanya!"

Terrence was back.

When he saw the wound in my hand, his expression changed drastically, and he immediately rushed to my side. The panic and anguish in his eyes were so intense, so sincere, that for a split second, I almost believed he still loved me.

He gripped my wrist so tightly that his fingers trembled, but his fingers cautiously avoided the wound.

"What happened? How could you be so careless?"

Before I could pull my hand away, a gentle voice came from the door. It was Mia, walking in with a bowl. Her eyes were curved into a warm smile as she looked at me kindly.

"Tanya, Terrence has been having trouble sleeping lately, so I made him some soup to help."

Then, she handed the bowl of soup to Terrence, her expression filled with worry.

Terrence accepted the bowl of soup, yet his gaze never left the wound on my hand. "Thanks."

Mia's hand casually rested on his arm, and she gently patted it, her tone affectionate as she spoke, "Drink it before it cools, Terrence. It won't work as well if it's cold."

Just then, Terrence's assistant, Robin, rushed in with a stack of documents. Clearly not fully assessing the situation and eager to please upon seeing Mia gazing tenderly at Terrence, he exclaimed, "Ah, so the new missus is here! I was wondering why you were so happy today, sir!"

The air in the room froze to a halt.

Robin, remaining ever oblivious, continued, "She's so thoughtful, even bringing you soup! Everyone in the company's been talking about you having a new lover, but no one's really believed it!

"Goodness, your honeymoon phase is seriously sweet, sir! When's the wedding banquet? We need time to prepare our wedding gifts…"