My Wife Erases Me in the Name of "Love"

Juliet's hands froze for a moment. When she turned around and saw me standing in the doorway in my sleepwear, she frowned and looped a scarf around my neck.

"It's freezing in the middle of the night. Why are you dressed so lightly?"

I ignored the question and asked again, "Were you looking for something?"

"Yeah. I wanted to borrow your suit. Wilson wants to wear it for the wedding."

She added, "You might've forgotten. It's the one you wore at your own wedding."

I stared at her in silence.

Of course, I hadn't forgotten. She designed that suit for me herself.

From sketch to final stitching, it took two full months. If I had to put a price on it, it was worth at least 500 thousand dollars.

And she did all of it simply because I once casually said, "I wish I had a one-of-a-kind suit."

Now, she wanted to take that same suit and use it to perfect another man's wedding.

It was almost laughable. So, I asked deliberately, "Is that suit really that important? Why does it have to be that one?"

Something in my words triggered a flicker of memory in her, and her hand paused.

The day she finished the suit, she told me, "This suit belongs to you alone forever."

I watched her. She hesitated momentarily before replying, "Because it was designed by a master. There's only one of its kind. Wilson really loves it. His only wish is to wear it at his wedding."

Seeing my gaze drop, she rushed to add, "Don't worry. I'll return it right after the wedding. Whatever you want afterward, just tell me."

It was the same flawless lie. And once again, they hit me like a punch to the chest.

On our wedding day, her eyes had never left me. Afterward, she had carefully stored the suit away like it was a treasure.

I had teased her then. "Why are you treating this suit like it's sacred?"

She looked at me seriously. "Because you gave it meaning. I want to preserve that memory forever."

But now, just because Wilson "liked it", she handed it over without a second thought. The suit that once symbolized something irreplaceable was reduced to a prop to make Wilson happy.

She said, "It's late. Get some sleep. I have to head out."

Juliet didn't notice anything wrong with me. She simply picked up the suit and walked out.

I dropped the scarf she had wrapped around me onto the floor. Then, I stared at the space in the closet. I was filled with nothing but disappointment and grief.

"It's fine. I'll do the same as you. Once everything's cleaned out, everything will be over," I thought.

It was just abandonment and nothing more.

Once the memories were gone, I would finally be able to let go.

Right as the thought formed, a bolt of pain shot through my head. Another chunk of memory slipped away.

My sorrow evaporated instantly, replaced by a hollow blankness.

…

The next day, Ethan told me Juliet was running herself ragged preparing for the wedding with Wilson. The whole setup was on par with the wedding she once had with me.

I nodded thoughtfully. Despite being so busy, she still sent people to deliver me three meals a day.

"How generous of her," I thought sarcastically. She was really spreading herself thin.

On the day of the wedding, Ethan brought me to the venue.

The ceremony hadn't started yet. We sat in the farthest corner and watched as Juliet and Wilson stood not far away, arms linked intimately, surrounded by the groomsmen.

"I remember Juliet held a wedding just as extravagant when she married Matthew. Crazy to think Wilson now gets to marry such a beautiful bride."

At the mention of my name, Wilson tightened his grip on Juliet's hand.