Forgetting You is My Best Decision

On the day when my wife and her first love reunited, I died.

On the tenth day after my death, she was going to have a grand wedding ceremony with her first love.

She said in Instagram that this wedding was the fulfillment she had been waiting for ten years.

But the day before the wedding, she held my tombstone and stood in the rain all night.

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It was almost midnight, and Clara hadn't come home yet.

I sat by the French window, watching the neon lights flickering outside.

The phone was placed by my feet. Its screen was on, and the chat box was full of the messages I had sent.

I thought that she probably wouldn't come back today.

Click.

I turned my head and saw Clara at the entrance. My eyes suddenly lit up.

She staggered towards me with a strong smell of alcohol.

I hurriedly went up to support her, but she impatiently waved me away.

I stumbled and fell to the ground.

She saw my embarrassment and sneered, "Anson, why are you pretending here? You're an adult. Why are you so weak?"

Yes, why am I so weak?

Because I'm dying, Clara.

After slowly getting up, I looked at her and asked, "Clara, do you remember what day it is today?"

Clara laughed and tilted her head back.

Then, she stared at me with her red eyes.

"Don't you know, Anson? Five years ago today, your family killed Steve. How could you forget?

"Have you been sleeping well in the past five years, Anson? Are you at peace?"

Because she was too excited, Clara almost fell down. I instinctively wanted to help her, but she kept stepping back several steps.

"Don't touch me. You're dirty."

My heart was in agony.

Since last year, after Clara found out that her first love, Steve Watts's death was related to my family, she hadn't smiled at me for a single day.

I remained silent for a while, then I looked up at her seriously, "What if I told you that Steve didn't die?"

She looked at me incredulously and instantly woke up. She grabbed my shoulders and shook me desperately, "What do you mean? Explain it to me!"

I felt dizzy, forcefully suppressing the urge to vomit. Facing her eager gaze, I told her that Steve was alive and currently abroad.

After hearing this, she pushed me away forcefully, called her assistant to book the closest flight, and hurriedly prepared to leave.

In the moment before she left, I stopped her.

"Clara, today is my birthday."

She paused.

I had a glimmer of hope again.

But without turning her head, she said, "Anson, you'd better not have lied to me about Steve's matter, otherwise, I'll make you regret it!"

The sound of the door slamming shattered my hope and blocked my view of her.

Perhaps this was the last time I would see her.