Delusional and Divorced

I silently watched the scene unfold before me as an indescribable pain spread through my body.

The man standing before me whom I loved most, the one who made my heart race back in our student days, the one whose features I could sketch with my eyes closed…

The man who had loved me for eight years and been married to me for five, the one who once opened his arms only for me, let me act spoiled and playful, and always treated me like his most precious treasure…

He was now holding another woman in his arms, cherishing her as he kissed her.

At that moment, my vision of him suddenly blurred.

The stinging in my eyes grew stronger. I straightened my back, forcing myself to maintain a proud posture as I was unwilling to show even a hint of weakness in front of this lowly homewrecker.

Matthias whispered to comfort me, "Alexis, don't be too upset. This will all be cleared up as soon as Seb regains his memory."

Cleared up? I let out a cold laugh, turned around, and walked out of that suffocating hospital ward.

"That ugly freak finally left. She's completely insane. Matthias, don't ever let that lunatic in the next time she comes." Sebastian's cold and disgusted voice drifted into my ears through the door that had yet to be closed.

The hallway was bustling with people, filled with endless noise. I walked through the crowd alone. The tears that had been welling up in my eyes could no longer be held back, spilling over uncontrollably.

Under the strange gazes of passersby, I quickened my pace, escaping as fast as I could. It wasn't until I got into my car that I finally let myself break down, sobbing uncontrollably.

I leaned over the steering wheel, my face drenched with tears.

How could I not be heartbroken?

The countless days and nights I had spent with Sebastian were so full of happiness and sweet memories, engraved deeply in my mind. All I had to do was close my eyes, and they would replay vividly.

I had never imagined that the man who once cherished and adored me above all else would seek excitement in an affair. How I wished this was all just a terrible nightmare—that when I woke up, everything would go back to the way it was.

When I got home, I poured the pumpkin soup—his favorite—straight into the sink. Then, I went to my bedroom and lay down without a second thought.

It started to rain outside. Large raindrops pounded against the window pane with a rhythmic thud. A cold breeze slipped through the half-open window, chilling the room.

My face pressed against the damp pillowcase, and I shivered as I pulled the blanket tighter around me. The sudden pain of heartbreak had drained every ounce of my strength—I couldn't even muster the energy to get up and close the window.

The next morning, when I woke up, I touched my slightly feverish forehead, intending to find some cold medicine. But just as I was about to leave the bedroom, I noticed that the window beside me was shut.

I froze for a moment. Then, I heard footsteps approaching from outside the door.

"Honey, you're awake. Come over here and sit down. I made you breakfast. I whipped up some pancakes, scrambled eggs with spinach, and a side of buttered toast. Oh, and I also made some oatmeal."

Sebastian wrapped his arm around my shoulders affectionately, guiding me to the dining table. He scooped a bowl of oatmeal and placed it in front of me. "Honey, try it and tell me if it's good."

I stared at his smiling face and said nothing.

Under my dark and unreadable gaze, his smile gradually faded.

"Honey, I'm sorry. I was wrong. I shouldn't have mistaken you yesterday. You are my most beloved treasure.

"How could I ever mistake my own wife?" Sebastian looked regretful, his face full of remorse. "It was all my fault. I deserve to die for being such an idiot.

"But you have to believe me—there is absolutely nothing improper between me and that new intern at the office."