I, Adelyn Schmidt, received news that my husband Dylan Wright had been hospitalized for poisoning. Despite my sprained ankle, I endured the pain and limped my way to the hospital. The moment I pushed open the hospital room door, he walked right past me and excitedly pulled the young woman who had followed me in—Juliet Fowler—into his arms. He said, “Honey, you’re finally here. I missed you so much!” Juliet shot me a provocative glance, then hooked her arms around Dylan’s neck and kissed him, her cheeks flushed. The two of them were intimate as if no one else existed. After a moment, he seemed to notice my presence for the first time. He scratched his head awkwardly, looking as shy as a young boy. He said, “Your mom looks amazing for her age—doesn’t look fifty at all.” ***** Dylan’s unexpected comment plunged the entire hospital room into an eerie silence. I stared at him in disbelief. Do I really look that old? Juliet quickly pushed him. “You’ve got the wrong person—she’s not my mom!” Dylan paused, confused. “Then who is she?” I took a deep breath, trying to stay calm, but my voice still trembled. “Dylan, I’m your wife! What’s wrong with you? Why don’t you recognize me?” He responded as if he’d heard something utterly ridiculous, laughing coldly. “Could you have some shame? My wife’s name is Juliet. She’s beautiful. You’re just some ugly freak with a scar on your face—how dare you claim to be my wife?” “Dylan, stop it!” Dylan’s friend Nathan Fields rushed forward to cut him off. Looking embarrassed, Nathan scratched his head and avoided eye contact as he explained to me, “Adelyn, please don’t take this the wrong way. Dylan’s just talking nonsense. He accidentally ate poisonous mushrooms at lunch, just woke up from being unconscious, and his mind isn’t clear yet. “This is Juliet Fowler, a new intern at our company. “You know Dylan has always loved you most—how could he possibly not remember you?” The scar at the corner of my eye, long since healed, suddenly throbbed with pain, making my eyes well up with tears. I got that scar during a college camping trip when I grabbed Dylan to stop him from falling into a pit, getting scratched by a tree branch in the process. Now he was using that very scar to call me ugly. I suddenly remembered the days I used to curl up on the couch watching dramas. The male lead would lose his memory in a car accident and mistake another woman for his beloved, and the female lead’s suffering would make me cry my eyes out. Back then, Dylan would hold me in his arms and whisper softly, “Baby, I would never mistake you for anyone else. Even if I got Alzheimer’s someday, I’d recognize you instantly, because you’re my one and only.” Everyone said Dylan loved me deeply, and I’d always believed it. But what was this now? He didn’t remember me, yet he clearly called out the name of an intern who’d just started working. Was he really confused from eating poisonous mushrooms? Or had he quietly erased me from his heart without me noticing? I looked at Nathan. “I made Dylan’s lunch myself and delivered it personally. I know exactly what was in it—there weren’t any strange mushrooms. How could he have been poisoned?” Nathan said, “Dylan wanted to try something different, so he ordered takeout.” I cut him off directly. “Dylan never eats takeout.” Nathan touched his nose, stammering without being able to explain anything clearly. Some things really don’t need to be spelled out. Seeing this, what didn’t I understand? “Dylan ate food that Juliet brought him, didn’t he?” As I said this, a chill ran down my spine. I suddenly realized how ridiculous and foolish it was for me to go to the supermarket every day to pick the freshest ingredients, spend hours making his lunch, and then deliver it to his company. Dylan frowned impatiently. “Nathan, what’s the point of talking to this ugly freak? Just get rid of her.” Nathan looked at me awkwardly. “Adelyn, maybe you should go home for now. I’ll call you when Dylan recovers.” Juliet chimed in from the side, “That’s right. Dylan doesn’t even recognize you right now. You being here isn’t helping his recovery.” “Shut up! Who do you think you are? What gives you the right to say these things to me!” Looking at Juliet’s smug expression, I couldn’t hold back and shouted. “Who do you think you are? How dare you yell at my wife—do you know what the consequences will be?” Dylan comfortingly rubbed Juliet’s head, carefully protecting her behind him, and looked at me with cold hostility.
I stared silently at the scene before me, an indescribable pain spreading through my heart. The person standing in front of me was the one I loved most, the one who had made my heart flutter since our school days, the one whose face I could clearly picture even with my eyes closed. This person who had loved me for eight years and been married to me for five, who once opened his arms only for me, who let me act spoiled and willful, who always treasured me like a precious gem—now held another woman in his embrace, kissing her intimately. In that moment, his image suddenly became blurred in my eyes. My eyes stung with tears, but I straightened my spine, struggling to maintain my dignified composure, unwilling to show even a hint of distress in front of that pathetic homewrecker. Nathan said softly, “Adelyn, don’t be too upset. Once Dylan comes to his senses, this misunderstanding will be cleared up.” Misunderstanding? I let out a cold laugh and turned to leave that suffocating hospital room. “That ugly woman finally left. She’s completely crazy. Nathan, next time she comes, don’t let her in.” Dylan’s cold, disgusted voice drifted through the barely closed door crack into my ears. The hallway bustled with people coming and going, filled with constant noise. I walked through it alone, the tears I’d been holding back finally breaking free, rushing out all at once. Under the strange stares of passersby, I quickened my pace to escape, not allowing myself to break down completely until I was sitting in my car. Slumped over the steering wheel, my face was streaked with tears. How could I not be heartbroken? All those countless days and nights I’d spent with Dylan over the years had been so blissfully sweet, deeply etched in my memory. Whenever I closed my eyes, those scenes would flash before me one by one. I never imagined that Dylan, who had held me in the palm of his hand and cherished me so dearly, would one day betray me, seeking the thrill of an affair. How I wished this was all just a nightmare! When I woke up, everything would return to how it used to be. Back home, I dumped all of Dylan’s favorite dishes I’d prepared straight into the trash, then went directly to the bedroom and lay down. Outside the window, it had started raining at some point, with large raindrops pelting the glass, making a steady drumming sound. Cold wind carrying a chill crept in through the half-open window. My face pressed against the tear-soaked pillowcase, the cold making me pull the blanket tighter around myself. I felt as if this sudden heartbreak had drained all my strength, leaving me without even the energy to get up and close the window. When I woke in the morning, I touched my slightly feverish forehead and was about to look for some cold medicine. But as I prepared to leave the bedroom, I noticed that the window beside me had somehow been closed. While I was still puzzled, I heard approaching footsteps outside the door. Dylan said, “You’re awake? Come sit over here, I made you breakfast.” He affectionately put his arm around my shoulder, leading me to sit at the dining table, and pushed the sandwich he’d made in front of me. “Try it and see how I did.” I looked at his smiling face and remained silent. The smile on his face gradually faded under my cold stare. “Adelyn, I’m sorry, I was wrong. I shouldn’t have mistaken you for someone else yesterday. You’re my most beloved treasure—how could I mistake my own wife?” He blamed himself remorsefully. “It’s all my fault, I’m such a bastard, I deserve to die. “But you have to believe me, I have absolutely nothing going on with that new intern at the company.”
Dylan crouched down, gently cupping my face with both hands. “My heart is small—there’s no room for anyone but you.” His eyes were devout as he gazed at me tenderly, as if he wanted to drown me in his gaze. But this time, I didn’t have the courage to trust him so easily again. “Yesterday at lunch, why didn’t you eat the meal I brought you, and ate Juliet’s instead?” I asked calmly. A flash of anger crossed Dylan’s face. “I get mad just thinking about it. It’s all Juliet’s fault—she accidentally knocked over the food you made for me yesterday, then insisted on forcing her lunch on me. That’s how I got poisoned and ended up in the hospital, mistaking you for someone else and breaking your heart.” “Are you telling the truth?” I asked. “When have I ever lied to you?” He kissed my forehead gently. “After all these years of devotion to you, isn’t that enough to prove my sincerity?” He nuzzled my face pitifully. “Didn’t you say that trust is the most important thing between husband and wife? Are you really going to stop believing in me over this little misunderstanding?” We’d known each other for nearly ten years—that bond had seeped into my very bones. How could I easily let it go? I rubbed my reddened eyes and let out a long sigh. After all, who could go through life without making mistakes? Dylan was successful and handsome—naturally people would gravitate toward him. Maybe Juliet had been the one pursuing him. Even if he’d been momentarily tempted by her, it was just the kind of mistake many men might make. That’s how I comforted myself. Since I couldn’t let go, I chose to forgive him. But this would be the last time. I gently wrapped my arms around his waist, and Dylan’s eyes reddened with emotion. “You’ve finally forgiven me. You don’t know how scared I was this morning when I woke up and remembered how I treated you yesterday. I was terrified you’d leave me over this.” I said, “Dylan, whether you’re lying to me this time or not, I hope this is the last time.” Dylan promised, “Don’t worry. I wouldn’t dare make such a stupid mistake again.” I rested my head on his shoulder. “I don’t like that woman named Juliet. Fire her from the company.” I deliberately ignored Dylan’s momentary stiffness, only hearing him promise in my ear, “Alright, I’ll do as you say. When I get back to the office, I’ll have HR terminate her.” From then on, Juliet completely disappeared from Dylan’s and my world. Our life seemed to return to those sweet early days. During my free time, I still went into the kitchen to cook meals for Dylan. And he was more considerate than before, with an added sense of compensation born from guilt. The wounds in my heart seemed to slowly heal with the passage of time. Everything was moving in a positive direction. For a while, I thought choosing to forgive Dylan had been the right decision. Until one day, I accidentally saw a record of a large money transfer on his phone. That’s when I suddenly realized that those days when we seemed to have reconciled were nothing more than a rainbow bubble I’d woven for myself, wrapped in a layer of false, colorful illusion. With just a gentle poke, it shattered. Dylan had labeled this transfer recipient as “Sunshine” – an ordinary name that seemed unremarkable at first glance, yet I felt an inexplicable intuition that this person was Juliet. I suppressed the sharp pain welling up in my chest and quietly scrolled through the chat records between Dylan and “Sunshine,” reading every word carefully. Sunshine: I don’t want your money. I just want to see you. Dylan, I miss you. Dylan: I miss you too. Your birthday’s coming up soon, so to ease your longing, just take the money. Spend it however you want – buy whatever you like. If it’s not enough, let me know. Sunshine: You’re the best to me. I love you! I’ll take it then. I’ll wait for you tonight – remember to come see me! If you go home to your wife tonight and leave me alone, I’ll be mad. Dylan: How could she compare to how adorable you are? Just wait – I won’t go easy on you tonight. Their conversation went on and on, lengthy and explicit, with nearly every message being blatant flirtation. So Dylan had this disgusting side to him too! Thank goodness he left in such a hurry today and forgot his phone at home, otherwise I probably would have continued being fooled like an idiot. My face turned pale, but my heart gradually settled from the initial shock into calm. Even I found it strange – how could I accept all this so quickly? I found “Sunshine’s” phone number in Dylan’s contacts and called it without hesitation using my own phone. I said directly: “Juliet.” There was a pause on the other end, then her voice came through with a hint of laughter: “You finally figured it out. I thought I’d have to wait much longer! Now you should believe that your husband and I really do have something going on, right?” Juliet continued: “Dylan and I have been together for over a year now. He lost interest in you long ago. If you’re smart, you’ll leave quickly and spare yourself further embarrassment.” I asked: “Where do you live?” Juliet said: “What, are you planning to come settle the score with me? Well, I might as well tell you – Dylan bought me a luxury apartment right near his office. Every time he tells you he’s working late and can’t come home, he’s actually here with me.”
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