After the Wife Recognized the Wrong Person, She Cried with Red Eyes

Claire's voice was so sweet that I had never heard it before.

"Of course it's you, baby. You don't know how disgusting it was to face Enzo.

"If you hadn't gone abroad, how could I have married such a person?

"Every time I sleep in the same bed with him, I feel sick."

The panting in the phone grew louder and louder. I closed my eyes tightly.

Am I so disgusting? I thought that I could have a place in your heart after seven years of marriage.

I didn't remember how I got through the night.

I moved my numb feet.

Claire, how dare you?

We once had a very happy time when we had just gotten married.

We celebrated all the anniversaries. We prepared gifts to surprise each other.

Every time she leaned gently in my arms, I felt as if I had the whole world.

When I was sick, she was so anxious that she couldn't eat and then she took care of me all night.

She burned her hand when cooking for me but she didn’t admit it. "It isn’t because of you. I am just careless."

I gently stroked her hair,"Thank you. I love you."

But now, I don't know what went wrong.

She didn't love me anymore.

I came out of the hospital and was considering what the doctor had just told me.

My illness progressed so fast that it was too late for him to control it.

I only had three months left.

I stuffed the examination reports into my bag.

It was time to pick up Alice.

"Daddy, will Mommy come back today?"

I held Alice’s hand and opened the door. "I don't know. She has been very busy recently."

As soon as the door was opened, Alice ran into the living room. "Mommy!"

Claire was back.

I stood by the door and looked at her. She still looked very young.

She stood in front of me and I felt as if I had seen the girl in high school again.

I knew that I would never blame her for whatever she did.

"I am taking Alice to my parents’ house tomorrow. You pack up."

"Okay."

After that, Claire went back to the bedroom with Alice. I stood in the living room and looked at them.

I won't divorce her. I would die soon.

At least Alice would remember that her father loved her very much.

I came to the bedroom and watched Claire packing up.

I asked, "Where are you going?"

She seemed to be frightened by me and she frowned, "How did you walk without sound?"

She said, "I'm too busy. I'm going to stay near the office for a few days. You stay at home and take care of Alice."

Hearing her words, I silently clenched my fists and stared at her.

"Are you really that much busy?"

"Or what? Where do you think I'm going?"

I had an impulse to tell her that I was about to die.

Will she stay with me for the rest of my life?

Will she regret being so indifferent to me before?

"I'm dying, Claire."

As if she had heard something strange, she stopped packing up.

She looked at me impatiently and said, "Then die. Why do you tell me?"

Looking at her disgusted expression, I asked with a wry smile, "Why did you marry me back then?"