Chapter 3
I was sitting on the couch, eating grapes while watching a movie, completely ignoring Cadog as he swept the floor, wiped down the tables, and handed me fruit.
“Baby, just spit the seeds into my palm. I’ll throw them away.”
Cadog said, his expression calm, as though it was just another normal day.
I didn’t hold back, spitting the seeds into his hand.
the didn’t get angry, instead, he smiled affectionately.
ke your time eating, I bought a lot.”
Cadog had a cleanliness obsession.
I didn’t know about it until we were married.
At the time, I bragged to my friends that, despite his obsessive–compulsive disorder, he still willingly took the seeds I spit out into his hands.
To me, that seemed to prove that I was the most important person in his life.
I fantasized about the two of us growing old together in happiness.
But that foolish dream was shattered one ordinary evening.
Cadog was chatting with someone on his phone, and as usual, his actions seemed normal.
But then, he suddenly exploded with rage.
“Diva, the trash can is right there, why do you insist on spitting the seeds into my palm?”
“Don’t you think it’s disgusting?”
That was the first time I’d ever seen him act like this.
I froze for a moment before cautiously picking up the seed and tossing it into the trash can.
Cadog walked into the bathroom, washing his hands repeatedly.
He scrubbed with soap until his palms were red, then finally stopped.
I knew I was at fault, and I wanted to apologize.
But all I got in return was his back.
It seemed he had forgotten….
That this habit of mine was something he had helped me develop.
I watched as Cadog expertly threw the seeds into the trash and handed me a fresh bowl of grapes.
The doorbell rang, and Cadog went to answer it.
When he returned, he was holding a big bunch of flowers.
Seeing my puzzled expression, he blushed slightly, his ears turning red.
“Divą.”
“For our three–year anniversary, I bought you your favorite gardenias.”
Gardenias… I lowered my eyes.
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Chapter 3
The flower’s meaning was eternal, unwavering love.
If it were in the past, no one would have believed that the man who loved me so deeply, who once vowed to be with me forever, would cheat on me.
He even tried to divorce me for his mistress.
Now, we should be walking on the beach, feeling the ocean breeze,
Our feet sinking into the soft sand, walking slowly as the sunset bathed us in golden light.
We should be planning our next anniversary trip.
But eternal love, in the end, only lasts three years.
absurd, how laughable.
I didn’t speak for a long time, and Cadog, whose face was full of joy, began to sense that something was wrong.
He slowly lowered his gaze, hiding the sadness in his eyes.
“You still can’t forgive me for what I did, can you?”
But soon, he regained his composure.
I’ll make you accept me again.”
Facing my indifference, Cadog grew more determined.
He cooked a different meal every day of the week, and fresh flowers appeared all over the house.
I felt so uncomfortable that I started leaving home before seven every morning, only returning at eleven at night.
But Cadog, despite being exhausted, still waited for me, his eyes barely open, his head wrapped in bandages, determined to prove his unwavering love.
Days passed, and soon it was time for Cadog’s check–up.
When the doctor saw his dark circles, she was shocked.
“I told you to rest. What’s going on?”
I furned my head in guilt, and Cadog just laughed it off.
“I’m fine, doctor. I feel like I’ve recovered well.”
The doctor stared at him, suspicious, then sighed.
“The wound has healed enough, and you should regain your memory soon.”
At those words, the room fell into a strange silence.
Cadog’s smile froze.
I thanked the doctor, grabbed the diagnosis report, and left first.
Cadog followed me, calling my name.
“Diva, wait for me!”
His voice irritated me.
I stopped in my tracks and turned to face him.
“Isn’t this enough? Haven’t you caused enough trouble?”
His eyes showed sadness, and he wanted to explain.
But just then, Ausra suddenly appeared behind him.
“Cadog?”
Cadog was startled.
He glanced at me, then looked back at Ausra.
“I told you, we have no relationship anymore.”
“I’ve lost my memory, and no matter how much you cling to me, it’s pointless…”
Before he could finish, Ausra interrupted.
pregnant.”
Cadog’s words faltered.
His pupils shrank, his gaze falling to her slightly rounded belly.
No matter how much he tried to deceive himself, the truth was right in front of him.
He finally realized–too late.
Memories, love, and promises of loyalty, all these words crumbled before the child in Ausra’s belly.
All that had happened was now inescapable–betrayal, infidelity, and divorce.
Words meant nothing when the facts were right there.
I watched Cadog’s expression change from shock to fear, helplessness filling his face.
And for a moment, I wondered if I had made a mistake.
But it was too late for regrets.
He had already lost me, and now, he had lost everything.
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