My Missing Husband

After three years, I finally found my husband, who had gone missing during our honeymoon.

However, no matter whether I broke down in despair or became hysterical, he remained completely cold and calm, having suffered from amnesia.

"The heir of the Wingers you keep talking about really isn't me.

"Don't come looking for me again, or Nora will make me sleep on the sofa."

The doting on another woman in his every word pierced my heart with a thousand holes.

Just as I was about to give up, I accidentally overheard his friend asking him.

"Three years ago, just to be with Nora, you faked your death during your honeymoon with Hazel. Now, you want to go back to living the good life as the heir of the Wingers, so you're pretending to have amnesia in front of her.

"Don't you think you're being too hard on her?"

Jeff slammed down a glass of alcohol.

"Nora is already pregnant with my child. I must let her into the family."

I gave up all hope then, turning around to stop my in-laws who were about to rush over.

"Lydia, Daniel, I've seen him in person. This man is not Jeff."

I had just hung up the phone when I ran straight into Jeff Winger as he walked out of the bar.

Seeing me, he froze for a moment, then shook his head helplessly.

"I've already told you many times, stop coming to find me. I really am not your husband."

A trace of pity appeared on his friend's face, and he advised me, "Hazel, you don't look like you've slept well for several days. Go back and rest first."

I shook off his hand and looked at Jeff.

"It's not several days; it's three years.

"From the day you went missing, I haven't slept a full night. I was called a jinx, blamed as the culprit who caused your death.

"Devastated, my mind was hazy, and I fell down the stairs. Even the baby wasn't saved.

"For these past three years, I searched the whole country, tortured by self-blame and guilt. In the end..."

I looked at the plain band worn on his ring finger.

"In the end, my newlywed husband tells me that he fell in love with another woman."

Listening to my slightly trembling voice, Jeff's expression shifted slightly.

He subconsciously touched the plain ring on his hand, where the newlywed ring I personally designed used to be worn.

The moment he touched the plain ring, his eyes suddenly became clear, and he said impatiently, "It's a tragic story, but what does all of this have to do with me?"

Looking at the indifference on his face, my very last bit of wavering completely dissolved.

What did it have to do with him?

Wasn't he the culprit who caused all of this?

Thinking of the eyes of my parents-in-law, full of anticipation before I left the house, hoping I would bring their missing son home, my heart ached.

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