Bitten by Reality: No Time for Regrets

I leave my boyfriend without a word when he's at his lowest. He later makes a name for himself and forces me to marry him. Our relationship goes viral online and becomes the subject of everyone's envy.

They all say he's desperately in love with me, but he later sleeps with other women in our bed. I fall from grace and become the city's biggest laughingstock.

I don't cause a scene. Instead, I move into the guest bedroom and leave the master bedroom for them.

He's furious as he grips my neck roughly. He bites my lips, drawing blood. "Why aren't you mad?"

Because I'm sick. I don't have the time to wait for him to see the error of his ways anymore.

That day marked the second anniversary of my marriage to Theodore Jenkins. It was also the first anniversary of his relationship with Janice Schaeffer.

Janice was Theodore's assistant—a fresh college graduate exuding youthful energy. She was exactly the kind of woman Theodore liked. From our first year of marriage, she had been by his side, accompanying him to various events and functions.

Some uninformed friends had even addressed her as Mrs. Jenkins. Gradually, her presence beside him grew more frequent. It was as if she had completely replaced my existence.

I first met her on Theodore's birthday. I had been in the kitchen, as usual, making a cake for the occasion. As soon as the oven chimed, signaling that the cake was ready, I felt the world around me shift.

When I regained consciousness, I found myself standing in the middle of traffic. My white pants were covered in mud, and my bare feet were cut by glass. In a panic, I rushed to the hospital for a full examination.

The doctor broke the devastating news—I only had three months left to live. The silver lining was that this condition would not cause me any pain. However, it would result in dementia, wiping away all the painful memories in the process—a bittersweet blessing in disguise.

When I returned home, the cake in the oven was already burnt. I took a deep breath, baked a new one, and brought it to Theodore's office.

Back then, Janice had just started her internship at the company. Theodore was in a meeting, so I waited for him in the lounge.

Janice kept coming in and out, scrutinizing me each time. The glass walls were not soundproof, and I could hear her whispering to others.

She clicked her tongue and muttered, "How's a plain woman like that even fit to be Mrs. Jenkins? It's bad enough that she isn't as pretty as me, but her figure isn't as good either.

"Except for those eyes, I don't see any similarities between us."

My reflection on the glass table showed my tired face and gaunt cheeks. Even these eyes that Theodore once loved so much showed exhaustion. I had to admit that I was not particularly attractive anymore.

Another colleague quietly scolded her, "Shut