She Forgets Me but Remembers Her First Love

My wife, Giselle Stone, has severe face blindness. She can't remember anyone's looks, including mine.

It's already a norm for her to chat with me animatedly one moment, then her illness kicks in, resulting in her mistaking me as a stranger the next.

Giselle screams at the top of her lungs as she fights with me over the steering wheel, causing me to crash the car at the side of the road.

As I lie in my puddle of blood, I beg her in a quivering tone to call 911.

But Giselle steps over my blood as she bolts over to the police.

"Officer, this man is a human trafficker! I don't know him! Please arrest him!"

Thank goodness I've already developed the habit of bringing my marriage license and Giselle's medical records with me all the time over the years.

After clearing the misunderstanding with the police, I deal with the damages and get my injuries treated before going home.

That's when Giselle blocks me at the front door while glaring at me vigilantly.

"Why are you here again? I don't know you! Please leave right now!"

When I'm about to explain, Giselle's childhood friend, Jasper Langley, steps out and wraps an arm around her shoulders.

"He's your husband, Giselle. Calm down now."

As I watch the pair hugging each other, I suddenly let out a soft chuckle.

We've been married for three years, and yet this is the 677th time Giselle doesn't recognize me.

The thing is, she can recognize Jasper every time and always listens to him.

In that case, I might as well let Jasper take care of her from now on.

"You're not my husband," Giselle Stone said. "Leslie isn't home yet. I don't know you. Just… leave!"

But I was right here in front of her. Regardless of how insignificant the change was, whether it was a different shirt or getting a new scar, she would easily fail to recognize me.

Just like earlier this afternoon, she accused me of being a human trafficker. When the police read the marriage certificate I presented, he looked awkward. "Ma'am, he's indeed your husband."

Giselle looked at me bewilderedly, then checked the photo on my ID again, perplexed. "I-I don't know him, though. He's not Leslie."

As she spoke, she stumbled backward, ready to flee. "I'm going to find my husband."

Honestly, I had gotten used to it. She had a condition, and it was only natural that she was cautious of everyone.

Yet, now, she was curling up against Jasper Langley's arms, her hands clutching his clothes. "Don't go, Jasper. You're the only one I recognize…"

So, she didn't have total face blindness. She could recognize Jasper. Out of everyone, he was the one she trusted and depended on, not me.

"Don't mind us, Leslie."

Jasper placed a hand on Giselle's shoulder and smirked. "Ever since her condition worsened, I've become the only person she trusts. I mean, we did grow up together. I hope you