Leaving Without a Trace

During my wedding reception, I make a toast to my wife's true love. He smashes his wine glass in retaliation and snaps, "I lost to you and allowed you to marry Isabel, but you shouldn't have humiliated me in public!"

My wife, Isabel Eaton, is furious. She calls me petty and says she's disgusted by men like me, who get jealous over the smallest things.

She rips her veil off and runs after her true love. I chase her, wanting to explain myself. However, a car rams into me.

Isabel turns to glance at me but doesn't stop as she goes after her true love.

I'm taken to the hospital to be rescued. However, my heart dies despite my body recovering.

Upon regaining consciousness, I call my father. I've cut off contact with him for the past three years, but it's time to cave. "I'll go ahead with the marriage alliance, Dad."

Even on the day I was discharged from the hospital, there was still no sign of Isabel Eaton. Throughout the time I was hospitalized, she didn't drop by to visit me, not even once.

With my right arm still in a cast, I had no choice but to take a cab home. Yet, when I got there, I couldn't unlock the door no matter what I tried. Left with no other option, I called Isabel.

When the call connected, it was the voice of Cameron Dunn, Isabel's first love, that I heard through the speaker.

"Oh. You're back, Jeremy? Izzy is in the shower," Cameron said.

Before I could say anything, I heard a click, and the door was unlocked from the inside. Cameron cheerfully ushered me in.

"It's my fault, Jeremy. I kept forgetting the password because of my poor memory, so Izzy changed the password to my birthday. You don't know when that is, right? I'll write it down for you later," Cameron offered.

He was wearing a new set of pajamas, and his hair was still damp.

Just then, Isabel emerged from the master bedroom. She was wearing my favorite nightgown of hers—the black one that was rather translucent.

In the past, I would've blown up at the sight of them alone in the house and both having just come out of the shower. I would've argued with Isabel to no end. But this time, I merely nodded in greeting before entering with my suitcase.

Seeing that I wasn't angered, Isabel tossed aside the towel she was holding and gave me an explanation that sounded more like an eager attempt to cover something up instead.

"Don't get the wrong idea. The voltage regulator over at Cam's place broke, so he's just staying with us for a few days."

As I looked at Isabel, I was reminded of what happened the other day. She rushed off to go after Cameron, paying no mind to me even though I was hit by a car while trying to follow her. I nearly lost my life that day.

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