Waiting for the Moon to Fall

His tears fell unexpectedly onto my shoulder. I disliked being close to men, especially one who lied and found me disgusting, now hugging me and crying. Expressionless, I forcefully pushed Jaden away.

Fear gradually filled his eyes, "Richelle, are you angry because I wasn't with you? Or… have you already forgotten me?"

Although the medical staff had repeatedly told me how much Jaden loved me, I had already checked my scheduled reminder before he arrived.

[Richelle, if the surgery is successful and you are lucky enough to forget Jaden, congratulations on your rebirth! Next steps: divorce and leave!]

I couldn't recall why I fell in love with Jaden, but the recording of that last phone call before the surgery reminded me why I insisted on going through with it.

His tears were so hot that I wanted to mock him, but to avoid trouble, I suppressed my sarcasm and said lightly, "I'm not angry." I had simply forgotten him, along with the ten years of passionate love that consumed my youth.

Before Jaden could ask if I was experiencing memory issues, his phone rang urgently.

I glanced at the screen, where the contact name 'Lizzy' was displayed and reminded him to answer it.

He clung tightly to my hand, hesitated for a moment and then covered the receiver as he answered the call.

Whatever the person on the other end said made his face instantly turn pale, but his eyes were full of desire and his feet instinctively moved toward the door.

"Alright, I'll be right back!" After hanging up, Jaden looked at me apologetically, "Richelle, there's an emergency at home. Can I leave for a bit? I'll be back very soon ..."

"Mm, go ahead," I said casually.

A fellow patient, unaware of the truth, looked at me with envy and teased, "Your epilepsy is different from mine, it's clearly a test of true love." I smiled but didn't deny it.

Just as he reached the door, Jaden rushed back, planted a kiss on my lips and hurried off.

The fellow patient didn't know that what she envied, the epilepsy that 'tested' true love, had revealed nothing but falsehood.

I wiped the corner of my mouth with a disinfectant wipe and continued reading the series of messages I had written to myself before the surgery.

As expected, Jaden's location eventually stopped at the seaside villa. So, the seaside villa where he hid his mistress was his real home.

I stayed in the hospital for five days and Jaden didn't show up once. Even the medical staff started wondering why the famously doting CEO was missing during the time I needed him most. Love doesn't just disappear without reason.

The messages and photos popping up on my phone explained everything: [Richelle, so what if your surgery was successful? The image of you foaming at the mouth like a lunatic will forever linger in Jaden's mind, it was disgusting, nothing but disgusting!]

[Do you know why he never kisses you? Because he's afraid he won't be able to stop himself from throwing up!]

The attached photo showed Jaden with his eyes closed, tenderly kissing Lizzy, utterly captivated.

I ignored Lizzy's provocation and continued clearing the trash on my phone.

Our couple's app, filled with ten years of daily love records, was completely deleted and I resolutely deactivated the account.

Less than half an hour after deactivating the account, Jaden stormed into the house, panic written all over his face, "Richelle, why did you delete the couple's account? That's all of our beautiful memories from the past ten years! I wanted us to show it to our kids someday ..."

A notification about him running two red lights told me how hastily he had rushed back. But there was no 'someday' left for us anymore.

"I accidentally deleted it," I said casually.

Frantically, Jaden called customer service, trying to recover the account and all the moments of our so-called love.