To Make My Wife Not Hating Me

The third year, someone saw me working as a male model at a foreign club.

The fourth year, the fifth year...

Every time there was news, Timothea would be the first to rush to find me. This time, she thought it was real.

But she hadn’t realized she’d mistaken him.

Timothea returned home, enraged and smashed a cup.

“How could such a mistake happen?”

The assistant trembled with fear.

“Ms. Johnston, it’s all my fault for not investigating thoroughly. I saw him using Bond’s phone and his face bore a resemblance to Mr. Dawson, so I assumed he was… the man in the wedding photo in your office.”

The assistant’s voice trailed off.

Timothea’s expression softened slightly. She immediately realized the assistant wasn’t to blame.

The assistant had only been hired a few years earlier and she had never met Bond, so it was normal for her to have mistaken him.

She took a deep breath, slumped in her office chair and fell into deep thought.

“Bond, what on earth are you playing? Are you deliberately keeping me hanging like this? Does it make you feel more accomplished?”

Timothea pounded her fist on the wall.

It took a long time for her to recover. “Just wait. Whether you’re dead or alive, I’ll find you and let you see for yourself—How did I abandon you, just like you abandoned me?”

It was already early morning when Timothea returned.

The lights were still on and Elmer, eyes red, sat on the sofa, waiting for her.

At the sound of the door being pushed open, Elmer threw himself into her arms, aggrieved.

“Timothea, where have you been?”

A flicker of guilt flashed in her eyes and she grasped Elmer’s hand. “Elmer, didn’t I tell you not to wait for me? Go to sleep first.”

But Elmer remained stubborn. “Have you been looking for Bond again? Timothea, it’s not that I don’t want you to remember him, it’s just that you’ve forgotten. He left when you were most desperate and took all the money you saved. He doesn’t deserve forgiveness at all!”

Elmer’s eyes were red and he was shouting at the top of his lungs.

“Have you forgotten what you said to me when you woke up five years ago? You said you would forget that man and marry me.”

“I haven’t forgotten.” Timothea frowned slightly. “I know I had nothing back then and it was you who used all your savings to treat my illness and donated your bone marrow. Elmer, I will marry you. But... Bond is still a knot in my heart. I want to understand why he was so cruel to leave without saying anything.”

Looking at Timothea’s face, filled with pain and confusion, my heart ached.

It was a pity that I was already dead.

I couldn’t make a sound and I couldn’t tell her the reason.

I could only rely on this resentment and my remaining consciousness to watch everything unfold. That night, I watched with my own eyes as Timothea carefully placed the watch she’d ordered for me five years ago on Elmer’s wrist.

Then she stood on tiptoe and kissed him.

“Elmer, I know how much you’ve loved me these past five years. Don’t worry, our wedding will go ahead next month.”

Elmer’s expression brightened with reassurance.

“Then just promise me you won’t look for Bond again. After we get married, we’ll have a child and we’ll live happily as a family of three…”

With beautiful dreams in his heart, Elmer peacefully fell asleep in Timothea’s arms.

As he fell asleep, Timothea suddenly remembered something and got up and went downstairs.

She called her assistant. “I remember you said that the hotel cleaner was using Bond’s phone?”