Only When I Left Him Completely Did He Understand that He Loves Me

“Naia, where’s your ring?!”

“Please don’t say you left it at home!”

I understood exactly why his reaction was so intense.

In our eight years of marriage, my wedding ring had never once departed from my finger.

Yet his ring had never been worn outside.

With everything that had happened earlier, a trace of anxiety flickered in Linus’s eyes.

He gripped my hand tightly, staring deep into my soul. “Answer me!”

Just as I prepared to speak the truth, Themis let out a sudden scream, her tears flowing freely. “Ouch! It hurts so much, Linus!”

The crowd turned at the sound, spotting Themis collapsed on the floor by the grand piano, a gash bleeding from her palm.

Linus swiftly pushed me aside and dashed to her side, cradling her in his arms. “How could you be so careless?”

Tears streamed down Themis’s face as she buried herself in Linus’s embrace, sending me a few fearful and pitiful looks.

“I don’t know. Naia was supposed to check everything last night. I don’t understand why there’s such a big piece of broken glass on the piano cover,” she said. “Linus, it really hurts so much.”

Linus’s eyes locked onto the blood-stained glass shard on the piano lid, his expression shifting to one of visible anger.

In an instant, he turned to me, his voice booming. “Naia, have your schemes really gone this far as to harm others?! Hurry over and apologize!”

Ignoring the disdainful stares directed at me, I stepped toward them. “It wasn’t me.”

He countered, “If it wasn’t you, then who was it? Everyone in the orchestra knows how possessive you are. You always personally inspect my piano, don’t you?”

After scolding me, Linus grabbed a small ceramic figurine from beside the piano and smashed it onto the floor. In a swift move, he seized my hand and pressed it down onto the scattered shards.

Instantly, my hands were coated in blood, countless fragments slicing into my skin.

“This is the lesson I’m imparting! No one else is allowed to assist her in cleaning up!” he thundered. “I expect you to ponder this thoroughly. When you’ve reflected on it, come and apologize!”

With that, Linus lifted Themis into his arms and departed without a backward glance.

My eyes burned with unshed tears, my vision swimming. Tears fell, one by one, onto the broken ceramic pieces.

The wounds stung, but the heartache was far more suffocating. The two little figures on the shattered figurine lay in tatters, revealing a talisman pouch tucked inside.

That figurine had been a treasured commission from a church, a symbol of Linus’s love when he proposed to me.

Back then, his gaze had been solely fixed on me and he had declared, “Naia, I vow before God that we’ll be together for life.”

Now, however, he was the one who had broken that vow.

With a mix of sadness and resolve, I collected the shattered remnants, along with my memories and any lingering attachments and tossed them into the trash.

As I passed through the main hall, I noticed Linus had just concluded his performance.

The applause resonated through the auditorium like a thunderstorm and he radiated happiness as he descended the stage, Themis’s hand in his, both taking a graceful bow.

This triumphant moment was one Linus had experienced countless times throughout his artistic journey.

Not long ago, I overheard the boss suggest, “Naia has devoted so much to supporting you as your manager. You two are partners and married. Why not invite her to share this moment on stage just once?”