Chapter 1

Four years after John's death, I went to his grave to talk to him, only to find it gone.

Panicked, I rushed home and told my son to call the police.

My son sighed and said, "Mom, Dad's grave wasn't there. He's buried with Aunt Sarah."

"He said he was forced to marry someone he didn't love when he was alive, and his only wish was to be buried with the one he loved after death."

The Sarah he spoke of was John's "the one that got away" for thirty years.

The next moment, I was back to the day John abandoned me after my miscarriage to go find Sarah.

Instead of begging him to stay, I silently booked a one-way ticket out of town.

I stayed at the clinic for three days, leaving only when the abdominal pain became bearable.

John didn't visit me once. I took care of everything myself: the medicine, the injections, the bills.

He was busy comforting Sarah, wiping her tears, assuring her that his marriage to me was forced. He had no time for me.

Back home, I was packing when John walked in, looking around with displeasure.

"I've been gone for three days, and you couldn't even tidy up the house? It's a mess."

The "mess" was an unmade bed and a few clothes lying around.

But he always treated me like this, ready to scowl at the slightest inconvenience.

I glanced at him, continuing to pack, and said flatly, "I just got out of the hospital."

John paused, his lips pursed. He watched me for a moment, then, strangely, started helping me fold clothes, his voice softening.

"How are you feeling?"

I scoffed. I couldn't believe he was asking.

Three days ago, he’d abandoned me, bleeding, to rush to Sarah's side without a single backward glance.

"I'm fine." I didn't look at him, continuing to pack my clothes into the bag.

John noticed what I was doing and casually asked, "Why are you separating our clothes?"

"Taking them to the laundry." I held the bag, my face expressionless.

He didn't seem to care what I was doing, just nodded absently.

I put the bag in the shed and went back inside.

John was holding a beautifully wrapped bag, beckoning me with a gentle smile.

"Come here, I bought this for you in town."

I stood still. He didn't get impatient, but walked towards me, still smiling.

He tore open the bag, pulled out a veil, and placed it on my head.

He led me to the mirror, nodding with a smile.

"I saw a bride wearing this veil at a wedding, and I immediately thought you would look beautiful in it, so I bought it for you."

Staring at my reflection wearing the veil, I felt a pang of sadness.

In my past life, I’d yearned for John to buy me a veil, to have a proper wedding, but it never happened.

In this life, he fulfilled my wish just because I hadn't thrown a tantrum.

I would have been touched before, but now my heart was still.

I took off the veil and said impassively, "I don't like it."

John was taken aback, his face full of disbelief. He glared at me.

The look on his face screamed, "How dare you?"